I can't find any pictures of Nicholas with his girlfriends. And of all the photos on the internet, not a single one is smiling. His cold and intimidating face dominates the photos.I glanced at his picture in the latest article about his latest case. He was wearing the same suit when we met at the Shaw&Partner building that night in Manhattan. In the article it was written that he was attending a charity event. His dark brown hair neatly combed back exudes an intimidating aura, his slightly arrogant jawline and cold expression clearly visible on his face as he looks straight into the camera.But that night, when we met in the elevator at the Shaw&Partner building, he looked at me in a way that was different from this photo."Ells?"My hand moves automatically to hide the web I'm opening on my computer. I looked up to see Oliver standing in front of my desk, smiling at me."Are you ready?""What?" I furrowed my brow a little confused."Lunch. You owe me lunch, remember? It's already lu

'Unlucky!" Lana swore for the third time this afternoon. "It's my favorite shirt, damn ketchup." He muttered while wiping his white shirt that was stained with a few drops of tomato sauce with a wet tissue. But what he did instead made the stain even wider, he grumbled in frustration before finally giving up."Do you have time to accompany me to buy a shirt?" He looked at me half frustrated and half pleading. We were in the toilet of an Italian restaurant, today is one of my regular lunch schedules with Lana. I checked my watch briefly then nodded at him, "I still have half an hour."Lana smiled broadly while putting on her black blazer again, the part of the shirt that was stained with sauce was covered by the blazer."Lana, you can hide the stains under your blazer, why buy a new one?" I asked, pointing at his shirt.She rolled her eyes before answering me, "I have a date after work.""And you didn't tell me?" I asked, frowning. I took her small comb and styled my hair a little even

'Oh ... good. Give him my regards." I pretended to yawn so Lana could go back quicker and get some rest."I'll see you again very early in the morning. Too bad they won't let me stay." He answered while pulling the corners of his mouth down.I'm a little touched that Lana was thinking of staying with me tonight. "Of course, this is the ICU room, Lana. Maybe after I get transferred to the regular room they'll clear it."She smiled again and kissed my forehead, "See you tomorrow, Ella."'OK, bye." I smiled back at him until he disappeared from behind the door. From the ICU window I could see Lana hugging her father before they walked away. Even though their relationship is not very good, at least Lana still has someone to hug at times like this.I took a deep breath to swallow the disappointment that was clogging my throat. For the first time in years, I felt really, really lonely.Due to the influence of the drug I fell back asleep several times before waking up, then falling back asle

"Ella, you okay?""Huh?" I turned to Lana. "What?"She looked at me with her big light blue eyes "You're thinking about that guy? He deserves it."I nodded slightly, "Yeah ... you're right." But that's not what I'm thinking right now. I'm thinking about Mr. Shaw and what we just talked about. What if he did kill him?"I called your office, Christine and the others are likely to visit you this afternoon."Thanks, Lana." I smiled at her trying to divert my thoughts. "I just want to go home asap.""Me too. I miss talking to you in the middle of the night."I smiled at her again "Me too. Is your father still in San Francisco?""He's been gone since 7 o'clock." She answered quickly, Lana didn't really like talking about her father or her family. "Ella? If ... if you need a donor for your liver, you can use mine.""Lana ... you don't have to do this." I replied, I was touched by her offer. But I will not accept the offer. "There are plenty of other donors, even if I really need one."Lana s

i stopped when i heard a feminine voice chuckling. it took me two seconds to convince myself that this voice wasn't just my hallucination.i know he's in manhattan for a friend's office wedding for at least two days. eric still gave me a report whenever needed but he didn't tell me the wedding was being held at this hotel.the voice sounded closer. i can also hear miss morrel's voice talking. the last time i met her in person was 3 months ago, we passed each other in front of a wine boutique when i visited san francisco. of course she didn't recognize me then because i had erased her memory, she didn't even look at me.the bellboy standing in front of the restaurant gave me a questioning look but i ignored him. slowly i turned my body back to stare into the restaurant. he was just sitting at one of the tables across from me. her two amber eyes met my gaze even though she was talking to miss morrel, i don't know since when she looked at me. for a moment i couldn't take my eyes off of h