WHITE CLOVER 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

As I drove us to one of my penthouses, Shayla kept staring at me like I was some kind of spectacle, as if I'd suddenly become the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. The whole ride felt strangely quiet, too, almost like she was studying me rather than simply sitting beside me.The moment we finally reached the penthouse, I shut the door quietly behind us. She didn't even give me a second to breathe she kicked off her heels in a rush and practically pounced on me like someone starved for attention.Gone were those days when I played the inconsiderate bad guy who never cared about anyone else's state of mind. I'd grown past that. Or at least I thought I had.Pulling her away gently, I checked her eyes to make sure she wasn't on anything, no signs of drugs, nothing too alarming, just the glaze of someone who had definitely been drinking."I feel dizzy but that's it. I'm rational," she murmured before pulling me into a kiss.Still, I wasn't convinced. Something about the way she sw

"That is enough!!" the old man bellowed, his voice rumbling so deep it vibrated through the office walls.The truth was bitter, but he deserved to hear it, every last piece of it."Like I said, grandfather, you're terrible. I honestly wonder how grandma copes," I taunted, folding my hands on the desk and leaning back with deliberate calmness.If my mother wasn't constantly consumed with running the company and keeping everything afloat, maybe Calhoun wouldn't have turned out the way he did, emotionally hollow, detached, and frighteningly cold. The warmth in his eyes vanished the day he held the lifeless body of that girl in his arms, crying like the world had ended. Something in him died that day, and he never recovered.Grandfather used to be a tyrant, a mafia boss until his younger son my uncle, Theodor succeeded him a few years back. Originally, he wanted Calhoun to inherit everything, to lead the empire, to continue the cycle of violence and power but then Mother stepped in. A

Patricia's POV:How the hell did Aaron find out about my affair?Has he been spying on me or something?Now that he has me wrapped around his fingers, I feel somewhat afraid that one day he'll turn his back on me again just like he did before.I hate being blackmailed, but what I hate even more is that it's Aaron doing the blackmailing.It makes me feel like some kind of slave or something, trapped in his palm.After Aaron left, Charles came in wearing a long expression.As I walked toward him, I tilted my head while he stared at me with that weird mixture of confusion and suspicion."What is it?" I asked, cracking a smile that didn't even reach my eyes.Charles was a fine man that I somehow fell for, not in love, but in bed.The first day I laid eyes on him, I knew he was the type that would last in bed, so I wooed him without wasting time. Eventually, he broke up with his girlfriend to be with me and here we are...Though I still feel he made a dare mistake by breaking up with the

Patricia's POV:Melinda looked so funny with the way she kept her face, those big, goggly eyes had me giggling, and from time to time her voice faded in my eardrums like someone was slowly turning the volume knob down.Subconsciously, I reached out to take another cookie when Melinda slapped my hand away."Hey... that's enough now...you've had four or was it five," she mumbled inaudibly as she snatched the plate away as though she was guarding it with her life."Really..." I uttered under my breath, smiling for absolutely no reason. My cheeks felt warm, and my lips wouldn't stay still.My body felt so energetic and lazy at the same time, like I could sprint across the room but also melt into the floor, this feeling was peculiar. Yawning widely, I curled myself up on the chair and decided I'd take a quick catnap before I hit the road. Just a minute. Just a tiny little rest.In what felt like only a moment, my eyes snapped open.The loud sound was still on, music blasting through the c

Patricia POVA warden escorted me to the phone booth, and I stood there staring at the telephone, thinking of who to call even though the sky outside was already pitch-black. My options were painfully limited. In the end, I dialed the one person I least wanted to see, Aaron.If even I couldn't bail myself out easily, then I needed someone formidable. Someone with enough pull. Someone who wouldn't fold under the weight of a few angry officers and an irritated heiress family.Unfortunately, that person was Aaron.That bastard.The phone clicked as the line connected."Hello."I heaved a breath, mentally preparing myself for whatever condescending nonsense he might throw at me."It's me, Patricia. Right now I'm at a police station. Can you come bail me out, please," The words crawled out of my throat, thick with humiliation. I had to swallow my pride just to finish the sentence.Just this once. I only needed him just this once.God, I hoped he wouldn't pretend not to hear me.After a b