Todos os capítulos de Marrying Without You: Capítulo 391 - Capítulo 400

Hearing Eric's playful threat, Rosalyn's heart raced a little, but she refused to let it show. "Mr. Hammond, possessiveness is a sickness. You should really get it treated."Eric chuckled. "Then you're my cure."Rosalyn's ears felt a little warm. She reached out and pushed him away. "Cut it out."Eric didn't get annoyed. Instead, he just looked at her deeply. "Rosalyn, you're not getting away."She turned her face aside and refused to meet his eyes, but the smile on her face gave her away.Ever since the day she'd admitted her feelings, running away had never even crossed her mind.Late at night, at a police station in Cromwell, Carl was being held temporarily while his lawyer negotiated bail.Outside the station, Scott paced back and forth anxiously.A black Maybach rolled to a stop. The window slid down, revealing Sean's carefree grin. "Hey, Scott, waiting for someone?""Mr. Curren? What brings you here?"Sean pushed open the door and strolled over lazily. "I'm here to chec

Early the next morning at Grant Mansion, Zoe was having breakfast elegantly. Flor sat at the head of the table, and she had a dignified posture.Suddenly, the butler, Leo, rushed in. Panic was written all over his face.Flor frowned and set down her chopsticks. She was clearly displeased. "Leo, where are your manners? It's early in the morning. Why are you barging in like this?"Leo's face was pale, and he didn't even stop to apologize. "Madam, something's happened to Mr. Grant!"All traces of Flor's composure vanished as she sprang to her feet. "What happened to Carl?""He was in a car accident last night. He hit someone and was taken in by the police. Tests showed illegal substances in his system.""What?" Flor's face was drained of color. Her vision turned dark, and she nearly collapsed.A flicker of panic crossed Zoe's eyes. The fork slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the floor.Flor grabbed Zoe's hand. Her voice was shaking. "How could this happen? Carl would neve

Carl suddenly flung Zoe away. She staggered back several steps and slammed against the wall.He hadn't held back at all. Feeling pain in her back, she took a deep breath. Tears instantly welled up as she looked unbearably wronged. "Carl, you've misunderstood! How could I ever hurt you? Someone must be setting us up!"Listening to her, Carl seemed to hear the biggest joke of his life. He sneered several times."Setting us up? Then explain this to me. Why did I lose consciousness right after that drink? Why were you in my room when I woke up the next day? And all this time, I've only been eating the food you brought me, so how did illegal substances end up in my system?" Carl asked furiously.Zoe's face turned pale, and her lips trembled. "I don't know. You're my husband. If something happened to you, I'd go down with you. I have no reason to hurt you!"Carl grabbed her by the chin. His gaze was intense. "If something happens to me, you get to replace me, don't you?"Zoe completely

"I had her locked up. Don't worry, the police are already involved, and she won't get away," Sunny said.At the mention of Zoe, Sunny set the glass down and sneered. He deliberately emphasized the words 'won't get away.'Carl closed his eyes. His brows furrowed as he recalled an unpleasant memory. "I was a blind fool."While murmuring, his uninjured hand clenched the bedsheet without him realizing it.Sunny noticed his whitening knuckles and more or less understood what he meant. He sighed and gave Carl's shoulder a reassuring pat."Dwelling on that won't help. What are you going to do with her?"The question lingered. For a moment, the room fell silent except for the steady beep of the heart monitor."Send her where she belongs." Carl spoke after a pause. His tone was frighteningly calm.Sunny raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. His elbows were on his knees. "Not worried about retaliation from the people behind her?"Carl suddenly smiled wryly when he heard the question. "S

Rosalyn had just finished taking a shower and was sitting in front of her laptop when a new email notification popped up in the bottom-right corner of the screen.The sender was Ken, and the subject line contained only one word.[Tim.]She opened the attachment. Several blurry surveillance screenshots filled the screen.In the first image, Tim stood in an airport VIP corridor. A foreign man wearing sunglasses was beside him. The two stood close to each other and were clearly in the middle of a conversation.The next photo showed the same man getting into a black sedan. The license plate was illegible and probably obscured on purpose. Still, through the half-lowered window, the driver's silhouette was vaguely visible.Another message from Ken followed immediately.[I did some digging. The foreigner is Naomi's cousin, Victor. He registered a shell company in Vistaria two years ago. It's called Blackswan. Tim has met with him privately three times in the past six months, with the m