Martin grunted silently, seemingly still anxious. Jenna could not stifle the urge to ask, “You don’t like dark places, do you?” “When I was ten years old, I was kidnapped.” Martin continued to lean against her back and said in an uncomfortable, trembling voice, “They threw me inside a large iron barrel. It was very hard to breathe inside… “I was kept locked inside for a very long time. Ever since then, I’ve had a trauma of iron barrels and never liked dark places.” Jenna remembered going to a restaurant to eat with Martin the day before yesterday. When they were taking the elevator, she remembered observing the way Martin suddenly grew tense and constantly stared at the elevator display panel. Lester had to keep talking to him to distract him. He must have developed claustrophobia since that traumatic experience. Jenna felt a sense of pity for him and comforted him gently, “That's all in the past now. I’m with you this time. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anything ha

Martin turned to the man as well. “James.” His father’s bodyguards were employed by the Faulkners. So, it was no surprise to him that James managed to find him so quickly. Quinn grunted. He suddenly felt a swell of jealousy upon noting how Martin was still holding Jenna tightly. He approached and promptly pulled her away from Martin. “She hurt her hand. I'll take her to the hospital…” “Don't touch her!” Martin shoved his hand away with an angry snarl. He then removed his coat and wrapped it around Jenna before carefully carrying her in his arms. Noticing the tense expression on Quinn’s face, Jenna quickly shook her head and mouthed, “He thinks he’s killed someone. He’s not mentally stable right now.” Quinn glanced at the man lying on the ground with his face covered in blood. Upon realizing it was Martin who had protected Jenna just now, he chose to suppress the jealousy and anger boiling inside him and trailed after Martin. Even after arriving at the private hospi

Exhausted, Jenna only woke up past noon the next day. The bodyguards had entered the room once while she was sleeping. Noticing that she was still asleep, they did not disturb her. She remained nesting in the blanket as she sent a voice message to Quinn. “You scumbag, you’re just going to leave after hooking up?” “That’s a very crass way to put it.” Quinn replied, “I’m making breakfast at a kitchen somewhere near the hospital. Is there anything else you want?” Jenna was a glutton. “Scrambled eggs, beef sausage, grilled chicken…” “Just porridge is enough for you.” Quinn interrupted her, "You should only eat something light for now. We can have grilled chicken and everything else later on.” “Then why did you even bother asking me?” Jenna grumbled. She continued to sway the man with her charms. “Just add a sausage on top, please? The one you make is the most delicious thing in the world, and I haven’t had it in so long.” “Okay,” Quinn relented. Before hanging up

Triss frowned. What Jenna said struck some sense in her, and she needed time to reel back from the shock. She had always been someone known for her magnetic charms. If she could not find James, so what? He could be easily replaced. There was no need for her to get so agitated about it. Why should she sabotage herself with alcohol just because he had been spending time with another woman? Besides, anyone in the entertainment industry who clung to her had to have their hearts corrupted by the prospect of wealth. “Yes, plenty of men out there.” She seemed to see some sense at last and declared with a sharp frown, “If anybody wants him, they can have him. Why do I care? He’s just a small-time actor.” She then ruffled her hair and turned to Jenna. “It doesn’t seem like there’s anything wrong with you. Why are you in the hospital? “Coco is hosting a dinner party in North City tonight, let's go together!” “Ms. Jenna needs to stay in the hospital.” Before Jenna could answer,

Then, Jenna thought of Xavier, and her heart began to ache more. "Miss Jenna.” Upon noticing Jenna's eyes suddenly turning red, the bodyguard asked in a hushed voice, “Are you okay?” “I’m fine…” Jenna tried to speak, but her voice came out like a dry retch. She could not shake off the heavy sadness weighing on her and felt like her tears would begin to pour out if she blinked. She went back to the ward with the bodyguards. When she opened the door, she noticed Xavier inside the ward. He was wearing a black windbreaker, his figure slender and tall as always. He brought some change of clothes and skin care products for Jenna and was halfway through laying them out on the table when he turned around and noticed Jenna entering. Her eyes were still rimmed with red, and her expression seemed very morose. “What happened?” Xavier asked the two bodyguards, “Has anyone been harassing her?” The two bodyguards were intimidated by their boss’ oppressing aura. Before they could spe