บททั้งหมดของ WHISPERS OF A HIDDEN HEART: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The night Jessica had been eagerly anticipating had finally arrived, the glamorous party thrown for her by Bluestar Books & Company.The venue was a sprawling ancestral mansion, its manicured gardens bathed in the glow of multicolored lights strung across trees and hedges, giving the evening an almost enchanted air. Posters of the new book Red Thorn and Jessica’s radiant face were displayed everywhere, while tables groaned under the weight of exquisite food and crystal glasses filled with fine wine. A renowned jazz band filled the night with smooth, sophisticated melodies, adding an air of effortless elegance.One by one, society’s finest made their entrance, dazzling in designer gowns and tailored suits. Laughter mingled with polite chatter, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Once nearly all the invited attendees had gathered, it was time to introduce Jessica Lopez.At last, she appeared gracefully descending the mansion’s grand staircase like the star of a timeless scene. As e

“Have mercy, Sandra! Just accept Harris! I’m begging you…”Jessica’s voice broke as she wept, clutching her friend’s arm desperately, trying to stop her from walking out the school gate.Sandra’s gaze shifted upward, to the boy standing on the rooftop. Students had gathered below, craning their necks, whispering and gasping at the scene. But Sandra’s face remained unreadable. She refused to believe that a classmate would actually risk his life over her. With a quiet breath, she turned her eyes back to Jessica, who clung tightly to her uniform, trembling with desperation.“How can I accept someone who abandoned my best friend just to chase after another girl? How can I accept a man who hurt you?”Sandra turned her back, ready to leave the school grounds, but Jessica clutched at the hem of her skirt, sinking to her knees on the pavement.“I’m begging you… Forget what he did to me, Sandra. Don’t think about me just accept him and love him back,” Jessica pleaded through relentless sobs, h

After work, Sandra offered a tired farewell to her colleagues. She was just about to step out the door when a familiar figure blocked her path.She blinked in surprise, nearly failing to recognize him. He wasn’t in his usual sharp suit; instead, he wore a plain shirt, jeans, and a jacket, standing beside a motorcycle with a helmet in hand. The unexpected sight pulled a smile from her lips. What on earth was he up to this time?“There it is! Only Clark can make you smile like that!” Vicky remarked, secretly delighted to see Sandra’s face finally light up.“What are you doing here? And why do you look like that?” Sandra asked with a laugh, her eyes sweeping Clark from head to toe. For a moment, it felt like she was facing the old Clark she once knew.“I came to pick you up,” he replied, his voice casual but carrying an undercurrent she couldn’t quite place. “I needed some air, had too much on my mind.” With that, he tossed the helmet into her hands, the corners of his lips quirking upwa

Sandra was too focused writing. Ideas poured into her mind faster than she could type, and she felt she could finish five chapters in one sitting. Her eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen as her fingers flew across the keyboard, moving almost of their own accord.Ding dong.She ignored the doorbell, lost in her rhythm. When she was in this kind of writing trance, nothing and no one could pull her away.Ding dong. Ding dong.Still, she didn’t move. She was right at the heart of the story….too deep to stop now. Any break in her concentration would ruin the flow.Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. All the ideas floating in Sandra’s head suddenly burst like bubbles. Gone in an instant. Frustration surged through her as she pushed back her chair and marched toward the door.“Jessica! How many times do I have to tell you not to come here when I’m writing!” she snapped.“Writing? You?”Sandra stopped, her irritation fading into surprise

From the entrance of the function hall, Jerome quietly watched Clark and Sandra talking, both of them smiling as they spoke. His gaze lingered on his neighbor’s cheerful face as she conversed with the president of Bluestar. Slowly, he began to believe that perhaps Jessica had been right all along that there really might be a place in Sandra’s heart for the wealthy man.He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Sandra’s face even from a distance. It was the first time he had seen her again since that day she defeated him in the game. After that loss, he had decided to stay away from her completely, it was the only way to keep his promise and honor their agreement.“Who are you looking at?”Startled out of his thoughts, Jerome turned to see his father beside him. The older man patted his shoulder, then followed his gaze toward Sandra’s direction.“I was just… looking at Mr. Montecastro,” Jerome replied nervously, hoping his father wouldn’t catch the lie. “I owe him a lot for the huge hel