Todos os capítulos de Opening My Eyes to Reality: Capítulo 381 - Capítulo 390

Rowley hissed in pain when he hit the ground. He glared viciously at the woman, only to hear her say impatiently, "I've seen plenty of kids like you. Take the money and scram! I'll call the cops on you if you don't leave us alone!"Rowley got to his feet, picked up the bank notes the woman had hurled at him, and tossed them right back at her. "I don't want your stinky money, you ugly hag!"The woman's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. She gritted her teeth. The last thing she wanted was for this run-in to lead to other unwanted meetings. She leashed her temper and looped her arm through the man's, urging him, "Come on, let's not argue with this kid anymore."The man stared at Rowley for a while, an inscrutable look flickering across his otherwise neutral expression. In the end, he agreed with his female companion's suggestion, much to her relief. She hurriedly led him away after that, but they'd taken no more than two steps when the man stopped and glanced over his shoulder at R

Rowan was silent for a moment before he broke into a smile. "Hands on the wheel."Pamela's smile began to slip. Thankfully, the red light blinked and turned green, sparing her from the awkward conversation. She set her hands on the wheel once more and stepped on the gas, though she gripped the wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white.Three years ago, she'd made up her mind to leave Dexia and never return. But before she left, she headed to Southwald, hoping to find the place where Rowan had spent his last moments.However, Pamela hadn't expected to run into Rowan, who had passed out from his heavy injuries and whose life was hanging by a thread. He'd been rescued by a kind married couple, who had smothered him in various herbs.The most fortunate thing to have happened to Rowan in Southwald was that the couple had also cured his mysterious illness.Pamela later learned from the couple that Rowan had never been sick to begin with. Rather, he'd been cursed, and the witchcraf

Natalie wasn't staying in a hotel in Mirethia, not on Alec's watch.He put her up in his mansion. Of the 20 stories of the building, the kitchen took up six, with chefs specializing in cuisines from all over the world working the stoves in each kitchen. If Alec had a craving, he could rest assured that the food would be authentic.Alec, and by extension, Natalie, was also spoilt for choice when it came to entertainment. The mansion was complete with a swimming pool, an equestrian turf, and even the housekeeping staff's rooms were appointed in refinement.Victor couldn't keep his comments to himself. "The most gold I've seen in this lifetime is nothing compared to the ones littered casually in this mansion. It's a wonder Mirethians haven't ruled the world yet, considering their riches."Natalie knew Alec was rich, but she didn't know he was that rich.That night, Alec didn't so much as bat an eye when he gifted Natalie yet another sports car, this one worth 500,000 dollars. He also

Victor wondered who could possibly warrant such an overreaction from Natalie. When he glanced over his shoulder at Micah's other guest, he looked just as shocked as she did.They watched as the man entered the hall, the sunlight bright behind him. He had a full head of hair, a chiseled brow ridge, and a straight nose—features that accentuated his depthless eyes, the color of which was more obsidian than brown.He made the rest of the world and its noise fade into the background.The graceful slope of his nose and its delicate tip added the slightest touch of shrewdness to his face.Perhaps Natalie's intense stare unnerved him, for the man turned to look at her, his gaze narrowing. But when their eyes met, he was startled.Was she… crying?Before the man could greet Micah, Natalie had already approached him, seemingly moving on instinct. She stopped in front of him, tears glistening in her eyes as she tipped her head back to look at him.She slowly reached a trembling hand toward

Natalie's eyes widened at the caller ID. She frowned instinctively, astonishment filling her gaze as she stared at Rowan before her intently, as if hoping to catch the slightest shift in his expression that might indicate something amiss.But all she heard was Rowan saying, "I won't be back until a little later tonight. Alright, I'll call you after I've wrapped things up at work. It's late, and you should get some rest."His tone was gentle, full of loving concern.So, it was true, then. The woman on the other end of the phone was someone special to him.Natalie bit her lip so hard that her teeth tore through skin, and blood beaded from her wound. She tasted copper but stared at Rowan unblinkingly until he ended the call. When he met her eyes, he asked, "Is there something on my face, Ms. Sutton?"Realizing she was being too forward, if not downright rude, Natalie willed the stiff corners of her mouth to kick upward into a smile. "Are you married, Mr. Arnault?"There was no ring