All Chapters of The Sweetest Revenge: Chapter 671 - Chapter 680

Angela wore a white dress. Paired with her innocent face and a soft voice, she radiated a deceptive innocence. For a woman like Vivian, who was still in her teens, it was the kind of presence that easily lowered one's guard.Every word Angela spoke seemed to slip into the cracks of Vivian's heart. Vivian had heard about what happened between Angela and Perry. Supposedly, Angela had planted a love bug inside Perry. That was how she made him fall for her.Spell bugs were things Vivian had only ever read about in novels. She never imagined that they could actually exist in real life. If it weren't for that, how could Perry abandon Jean, who was beautiful and from a powerful family, for a penniless nobody like Angela?To be honest, Angela was only a little prettier than average. She was nowhere near breathtaking. Her charm lay more in that frail demeanor that men always seemed to fall for.If Angela had been on the same level as Giselle, Vivian might have been able to rationalize it.

By the time Jonathan arrived, the commotion was already over. As Vivian's older brother, it was he who carried her all the way to the hospital. The wound on her wrist had been bandaged with gauze. The bleeding temporarily stopped, but he didn't dare to delay her treatment for even a second.Even though Jonathan wanted to steal a moment alone with Giselle, that would have to wait. Getting Vivian to the hospital was the priority. Besides, it was obvious he wouldn't get the chance with Chester present.Unbeknownst to them, the entire scene had already been captured by someone and uploaded online.Vivian was in Jonathan's arms, so her face couldn't be seen clearly. On the other hand, Giselle, Chester, and Jonathan could be seen clearly.That single picture was enough to set off a tidal wave across the internet. Not just the netizens, but even Seaworth's upper crust was buzzing.After all, both the Lawson and Fordham families were at the very top of Seaworth's high society. Anything

The way Giselle and Chester chatted as if no one else existed made fury surge through Jonathan's chest. His expression darkened, and he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles audibly cracked.Jonathan stared at Giselle as if he could carve a hole through her, but she never once spared him a glance.Because she didn't want to give his imagination any room to run wild, she didn't refuse Chester's offer to drive her home. After all, in any normal relationship, a boyfriend sending his girlfriend home was the most natural thing in the world.If Giselle refused Chester, Jonathan would make up even more ridiculous scenarios in his head. Just as Jonathan watched the two walk away, his temples throbbed with pain. He wanted to go after them, but Vivian was still in the operating room. If he left now, no one would be there for her.Jean had fallen down the stairs and broken her leg, so she couldn't get out of bed. Meanwhile, Perry had left for work days ago and wouldn't be able to rus

The atmosphere inside the car shifted in an instant. The sound of ragged breathing filled the space. Giselle stared at Chester's face without blinking and noticed that his features had tightened with restraint. His dark eyes reflected her image clearly within them.At that moment, something changed. She finally regained her composure, but she felt her body heat up again. She asked, "Chester, are you having an episode?"Giselle knew about Chester's touch starvation. Right now, his state looked exactly like the beginning of one of those episodes.She didn't even realize she had blurted it out so directly until after. Perhaps it was instinct, but the question alone made Chester's heart skip a beat. He could feel his chest tighten. Panic instantly flashed across his eyes as he muttered, "Gigi, I don't…"Chester was terrified of scaring Giselle away. He had worked so hard to keep himself under control, yet somehow, she still saw right through him.He was no longer composed. He want

Hearing Jonathan's commanding tone over the phone, Chester couldn't help but find it absurd. How dare he speak to his uncle that way? He truly had no respect for anyone.That said, Chester wasn't interested in wasting his energy arguing with Jonathan. Chester was already downstairs at the hospital lobby. Lowering his gaze, he looked at his left hand.Just half an hour ago, that hand had been pressed against Giselle's slim waist, her warmth searing into his palm. Even now, the heat seemed to linger at his fingertips, refusing to fade. His heart, which had finally calmed, rippled into unrest once more.He curled his hand into a fist before pushing open the car door and stepping out. The solid thud of the door closing echoed.It was only then that Jonathan's emotions began to settle a little. At the very least, the sound meant that Chester and Giselle weren't doing that kind of thing.At this time, Chester said, "Whether I come back or not has nothing to do with you. Jonathan, don't