All Chapters of Love, Law, and Remarrying: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

'Breakup?'Sheryl stared at the word in disbelief.The five million compensation for breaking up meant practically nothing compared to the villa worth over twenty million.What truly shocked her was that Brandon was actually planning to break up with Vivian.Just earlier in the office, he had still been standing up for Vivian. What had changed?Could it be that her subtle suggestions had made him start to suspect that Vivian might've tried to hurt their baby?She tried to suppress the chaos in her thoughts as she walked to the door of the study. Her phone was still in her hand.Brandon's study and hers were separate but right next to each other. They were both people who enjoyed peace and quiet, so every door in the villa had a soft-close magnetic sliding door. They were all quiet when opened, shut, or locked.The sound insulation was excellent.Sheryl gently tugged on the door and found it wasn't locked. She opened it just a few inches, just enough to hear.Brandon's desk wa

As the woman's body was completely submerged by the water, she didn't struggle at all. She just let the lake slowly claim her life."AHH!"Sheryl cried out and jolted upright. She was drenched in sweat as if she'd just dragged herself out of that lake.It was still dark outside. The only light in the room came from a lamp by the door."What's wrong, babe?" Brandon shot up in bed at the sound. He switched on the light. Seeing her panic, his eyes filled with concern. He quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe her down and gently comforted her."Did you have a nightmare? It's okay. I'm here. Don't be scared."Sheryl lifted a hand to her neck. It was soaked in sweat. Her pillow and sheet were damp as well.That dream felt too real. It was as if she'd truly walked into that lake.With her heart still racing, she opened her mouth and spoke in a shaky voice. "Water–"Brandon immediately brought over a glass of water. She drank half of it before finally calming down.He helped her out

Sheryl had taken a cab from Ashland Road, and the ride had gone smoothly. By the time she reached Crosswood Parking Lot, she could already hear commotion in the distance.It was now seventeen past eight. Steven had definitely arrived and come face-to-face with the attacker by now. The bodyguards should have made it as well, but there was no telling what the situation actually looked like.She rushed toward the scene and saw Steven in a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Even under the dim streetlight, the distinct lines of his muscles were visible. His athletic body wrapped in tailored dress pants was both strong and elegant.A stocky, slightly heavyset man was being pinned down by two bodyguards, Paul and Wyatt Ross.Steven removed the man's hood, and when he saw the man's face, his expression instantly darkened. Before he could say a word, he heard footsteps approaching and turned around, only to see Sheryl hurrying toward him."Are you alright? Were you

As Steven spoke, he retrieved his phone and tapped on it a couple of times. He saw a missed call from almost an hour ago.Hesitating for a moment, he asked, "You called me around seven. Was there something you needed?"Sheryl stopped arranging her clothes. She caught the probing tone in his voice. He was too sharp. She could have easily made up some excuse, but what about the bodyguards coming to help him? She simply couldn't explain that.Steven's dark eyes were like an X-ray machine, scanning her to uncover the truth with just a glance.The feeling wasn't pleasant.Regardless of what reason or excuse she came up with, Steven could effortlessly break it down. If that was the case, why bother wasting words and effort?"I know you want to ask how I found out, but I can't say. I don't mean any harm to you. I only took action today because this matter involves your life."Her gaze was calm, her voice even, and her attitude straightforward.Steven studied her expression but found n

"Don't move. Straighten it," the nurse reminded her.Sheryl was actually quite sensitive to pain. As a child, her parents had put in so much effort just to get her to endure the shots whenever she got sick.She silently inhaled, then slowly exhaled and straightened her leg. The small wound, still bleeding, stood out sharply on her slender leg. Steven frowned at the sight. He took just a brief look before quickly averting his gaze.Sheryl had two injuries on her leg. Neither of them were serious. Within a few minutes, the nurse had finished treating them.She applied gauze and gave her some instructions. "Try not to get these areas wet for the next few days. Walk slowly, and rest as much as possible. Apply medicine and disinfect once a day. In two or three days, it'll start to scab and itch as it heals. Don't scratch it. Bear with it.""Okay, thank you," Sheryl replied gently.The nurse then turned to the tall, handsome man beside her. She knew he had a girlfriend and didn't dar