บททั้งหมดของ Why the Crocodile Tears?: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

Right at that moment, Anathea's voice cut through the chaos. "Stop!"She walked forward while holding her phone, her voice clear and firm. "I've already called the police and recorded everything that just happened. If you don't want to get arrested, you'd better stop right now!"Samantha and Damien turned to look at Anathea, their eyes full of surprise and gratitude. They hadn't expected Anathea to pull something like this.Hannah met Anathea's gaze and gave a subtle nod.Anathea had started recording the video from the very first moment Hannah slammed the table and stood up, though she'd stopped the recording just before Hannah kneed Ezekiel.Even though the surveillance camera had been smashed, Anathea's phone held real evidence of the thugs' criminal assault and provocation. Once the nearby police arrived, these troublemakers could be brought to justice.However, barely two or three seconds after Anathea finished speaking, those men burst into derisive laughter."Call the pol

Gregory quietly tightened his grip around a small strand of hair. His face gave nothing away.Anathea's hair had always been beautiful—silky smooth and faintly fragrant. It was especially so when she stepped out of the shower. Damp strands would cascade over her shoulders, gleaming like liquid silk beneath the lights.Just seeing that sight would stir something inside Gregory. It was like a taste of opium—once one got a taste of it, it was impossible to forget. The craving rising within him left his throat parched.For six long years, that dark desire had taken root in his heart, impossible to shake.Especially after those intimate nights, when Anathea lay asleep beside him, Gregory would quietly turn over to face her. In the darkness, he would toy with her hair like he was addicted to the feel of it.He always turned away at first, not out of disinterest, but because he was suppressing the storm of obsession surging inside him. He didn't want Anathea to see it and think he had so

Callan and Ezekiel straightened up at once, facing the police officers with newfound confidence."Officers, if we don't get some justice here, this won't end quietly. Even if we're arrested for causing a scene, we'll make sure everyone knows about this restaurant's disgusting conditions. Let's see how many people still want to eat here after that!"The thugs causing trouble weren't scary; it was the rumors that were much more frightening. If the reputation of Hale Eatery was damaged, business would drop, and the once-thriving restaurant would spiral into decline.Damien and Samantha exchanged looks, their faces filled with sadness.They never imagined that after working so hard and honestly for so many years, their success would attract such malice.Life just wasn't fair to the good guys."Bastards!" Hannah growled, poised to deliver a kick.Upon seeing that, Callan immediately hobbled over, clutching his dislocated arm. "Go ahead, kick me! My arm's already broken. Kick me again

"Alright, drive safe," Anathea said."Bye, Thea!" Chloe waved at Anathea.Anathea's voice softened immediately. "Bye, Chloe."Gregory's gaze shifted back to Anathea. As he observed her calm profile and the gentle smile on her face, a smile crept onto his own.When Hannah and Chloe finally disappeared from view, Anathea turned to Gregory. She hesitated for a moment. "About that money—"Gregory cut her off, saying, "It's late. Let's go home."Anathea swallowed the rest of her words. She nodded and said goodbye to Samantha before getting into the car.Gregory was just about to follow when Damien came jogging up with a bag in hand."Wait, Mr. Sinclair!" He held out the bag. "Thea and Hannah didn't get a chance to really eat with all that chaos earlier, so I packed up two orders of ravioli for you to take home."Gregory paused, eyeing the takeout boxes. "Does she really like this ravioli that much?""Oh, definitely. Thea and Hannah used to come in all the time and order two servin

The night air was cool, and the sky was clear under the pale silver moonlight. The Maybach slowly pulled into Sinclair Villa.It was then that Anathea finally stirred from sleep. Her mind was still hazy when she heard Gregory's gentle voice. "You're awake?"Anathea paused, realizing she was curled up in Gregory's arms. She quickly pulled away and asked flatly, "Why didn't you wake me sooner?""Because I wanted to hold you a little longer," Gregory replied without hesitation and reached out for her hand.Her fingers were cold. His were large and warm, easily enveloping hers. "Why are your hands so cold? Didn't you wear enough layers?"Anathea didn't answer. She wasn't used to him acting this way and instinctively tried to pull her hand back.But Gregory didn't let go. In fact, the more she struggled, the tighter he held on.She frowned and shot him a glare. "Let go.""No." Gregory shook his head.They sat there, caught in a quiet tug-of-war.Up front, Dexter had originally pla