บททั้งหมดของ Turning Heads After Divorce: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Marisol had no idea that Nevaeh had come here and was now in the study. Even if she knew, she wouldn't care.As soon as Lucian left, she called Alinta."Mari?" On the other end, Alinta's voice carried a hint of sleepiness. It sounded like she'd just woken up."How did it go? Did Ronan make things difficult for you?"Marisol was worried. Having Alinta deal with such a dangerous person had been a last resort, and her heart had been on edge ever since."Not exactly."Though she'd been pretty shaken up, Alinta didn't mention being held at gunpoint. She splashed some water on her face to perk up a bit."Mari, I'm thinking about working with Ronan. What do you think?""Working with Ronan?"Marisol's heart jumped, and her voice rose slightly. "What are you thinking? The Lowells are in deep trouble right now, and that's dangerous. If you get mixed up in this...""But it's the only way, and the fastest." Alinta cut her off."Besides, Mari, you said it yourself that from the moment I

Nevaeh stayed in the study, talking with Lucian for a long time. They even talked until noon.Without inviting her to stay for lunch, Lucian promised to accompany her back to the Sorensen residence in a few days, then personally escorted her downstairs and watched her leave. After that, he returned to the bedroom.Wanda was feeding Marisol lunch, and he sat down beside them to eat his own meal while quietly watching. But as he watched, his gaze grew strange.Marisol ate elegantly—her pink lips parting and closing softly as she chewed and swallowed slowly. It was graceful and pleasing to watch.After she'd eaten for a while, Lucian suddenly spoke up. "You can go now."Wanda didn't understand why, but she put down the spoon and left. Marisol looked over in confusion.What now? She watched Lucian come over and sit in front of her. He picked up the fork to hold a small piece of beef to her lips. His eyes were shimmering with amusement.Marisol turned her face away. "I'm full.""You

"Fighting? No, not at all." Andre thought about it and answered honestly.Marisol always had a good temper. The only time he'd ever seen her angry was when he was with Nevaeh. It made him afraid to even tell her when he wanted to play with Nevaeh now."Nevaeh, you said before that you and Mom had a misunderstanding and that you'd talk it out and make up. When are you actually going to make up?"Having to hide from Mom like this was such a hassle."Soon, very soon."Nevaeh laughed softly, gently stroking Andre's head as she hid the dark hatred in her pretty eyes."It's great that your parents aren't fighting. Have you been good by staying in with Mom and comforting her?" she asked with feigned concern."Yes!"Andre nodded enthusiastically, his eyes crinkling with his smile. "I've been good, and I listened to what you said. I sleep with Mom every night, and Mom's really happy about it."Was that the case? Nevaeh's lips curved into a satisfied smile. Her eyes were full of amuseme

Marisol spent the entire day at the Muller family residence. She stayed by Elizabeth's side, following her around wherever she went. She kept her company chatting, talking, and painting.Elizabeth was a renowned artist in the painting world. She was particularly famous for her landscape and animal paintings. The scenery and animals in her work seemed so lifelike that one would feel as if one were there in person, poetic and full of movement.In the spacious studio, white curtains fluttered in the breeze as brilliant sunlight streamed through the glass.In the pristine white space, two beautiful, vibrant women sat together in the center of the studio. Before them stood an easel holding a rectangular canvas where snow-white and ash-gray colors were being painted.Marisol quietly watched Elizabeth work intently on the canvas.Soon a winter landscape emerged on the canvas, and a lonely castle with a pointed roof stood isolated among withered trees. The bare branches were filled with n

Lucian pushed the hospital room door open.Having lost too much blood, Nevaeh lay pale and unconscious on the hospital bed. Her right arm was wrapped in layers of bandages, and an IV drip was attached to the back of her hand.Lucian sat beside the bed.After sitting there for a while, as the anesthesia wore off, Nevaeh's eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes on the bed. She then looked over with a blank, confused expression."Lucian?""Yeah, I'm here."The woman on the bed managed a weak smile. Her eyes were slightly red, and she said feebly, "I thought you wouldn't come.""Of course, I would. I promised you.""Yes, you promised me. You did."Tears glimmered in Nevaeh's eyes as she suddenly smiled and said, "Lucian, how long have we known each other?"Lucian thought for a moment. "About 20 years?""20 years and five months." Nevaeh gave the precise figure.Lucian paused. "You remember very clearly.""I remember every single day I've known you very clearly. You know th