บททั้งหมดของ Marrying Without You: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

When Rosalyn arrived downstairs, Zac was sitting on the couch.He looked sharp in his dark gray suit and royal blue shirt, and sat upright—completely different from Eric, who always reclined on anything he sat on, as if he didn't have a backbone.It seemed that fruits from the same parents could be completely different—genes didn't just mutate, but they evolved beyond recognition.Still, Rosalyn was surprised to see Zac coming to see her. "Hi Zac."Zac stood up, smiling politely. "Sorry, am I imposing?""No—not at all! Please sit," Rosalyn replied, somehow carrying herself like she owned the place.Zac nodded and sat, sliding a box toward her as he said, "Here's some pastries—it's a local specialty. Do try it!""Thank you," Rosalyn replied, her impression of him seemed to be improving by the second—after all, the man wasn't just a gentleman, but he was also attentive to the little things.Zac then apologized, "Sorry—the maid only told me that Eric left after I arrived. I should

When Sean opened the door to the private room in Platinum Club, Eric was lounging on the couch, twirling a cigar between his fingers, clearly bored."It's barely been a couple of days! Slacking on the honeymoon, are we?" Sean joked as he poured a glass of beer.Eric lifted his weary eyes toward Sean, who looked back at him in reflex. "What's that look for? Do you like my shirt? Well, I can take it off—"Eric cut him short halfway, "Where's your cousin?"Sean smiled. "I have many cousins. Which one are you asking about?"Plop!The beer Sean just poured splattered as Eric's cigar landed straight on it, splashing a drop into Sean's eyes. He swore even as he quickly grabbed a towel and wiped it. "Are you a donkey, stomping your hooves the moment you feel upset?!""Well, why would you upset me with your nonsense?" Eric asked quietly. Sean actually sensed that Eric was grouchy the moment he entered, so he tried to joke around, but it didn't seem to work.Shrugging, he said, "Her

Rosalyn couldn't sleep the whole night, and it had been a while since she lost sleep like this.But Julia's condition simply left her flustered, and it clearly wasn't good.Still, Rosalyn was worried she would suffer a relapse of depression.Remembering her doctor's advice, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before stepping out of Julia's room.Mornings at the nursing home were much livelier than the evenings—the old folks would wake up early, occasionally before sunrise, just to sit around the courtyard.After all, it was the day that would greet them, not the night.Having been in that same situation where she was doing nothing but waiting for the next sunrise, she really empathized with how those old folks felt.Stepping out into the gardens, she saw that there were indeed a fair number of old folks sitting around under the dim sunrise. "Good morning, everyone…"Heading over, she was about to greet them when she stopped herself.Were her eyes playing tricks becaus

So what if Rosalyn gave Eric three months? What could anyone do to her as long as she didn't fall in love?If anything, she'd be a real loser if she couldn't control her own feelings after living this long."If you're that confident, Mr. Hammond, then I shall eagerly await your challenge," Rosalyn said, cold even though the sun had completely risen and was shining warmly over her.In contrast, all Eric wore was a black shirt with an unbuttoned collar.But he seemed to feel nothing, as if the cold air would avoid him somehow."And what if you fall for me?" Eric asked calmly.A strand of the golden sun's glow illuminated his cheek, his long eyebrows almost forming a shade over his eyes.And there was no mistaking that confidence on his visage."There are no ifs," Rosalyn said, and turned."Grandmother," Eric suddenly said.Rosalyn flinched and looked up to see that Julia was really standing there, smiling at them, her whitened hair already combed neatly.And that knowing smile

Flor burst into tears even as cried helplessly, "Please, I'm begging you, Rosalyn! You have to save me! I've always thought of you as my own daughter…"However, such emotional blackmail wouldn't work on Rosalyn's generation.Rubbing her throbbing brow, Rosalyn said, "I'm not refusing to help, but we just have nothing to do with each other now, and I have no reason to intervene. If Zoe is really hurting you, the ideal solution is to go to the police—if you can't, I can help you with that."As she finished, Flor suddenly fell silent. Rosalyn realized right then that the distress call was a ruse—Flor actually wanted something else from her.So they were still treating her like she was an idiot even now."Sorry, Mrs. Grant, but I'm busy."And with that, Rosalyn hung up.Around her, the room had gone dark as the sun had set, just as her phone screen lit up again.It was Harry's reply.[Make some time to drop by my clinic. We need to talk.]Rosalyn simply stayed in the darkness w