All Chapters of Triplets After Divorce: His Regret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I was completely absorbed in reading, unaware of anything else. "Joe is handsome and fits the aesthetic of young girls nowadays. Plus, he has high emotional intelligence, his shy yet enthusiastic, and dances like a different person," I said. Bryce absentmindedly replied, "Hmm." "But if he wants to become really popular, he needs opportunities. That's why I plan to sign some influential artists to boost our company's reputation," I continued. Bryce leaned back on his pillow, hands behind his head. "Do you have any artists in mind?" "Well, there's Arthur, who became famous last year due to a drama adaptation. His contract is expiring soon, and I plan to offer him the best deal to become the top artist at NOBLE Entertainment. But I heard he wants to start his own studio, so it all depends on fate," I explained. Bryce watched me silently. I had a unique charm when I was focused on my work, and now my long hair was draped over my shoulders. He reached out and twirled a s

Seeing Charles Rodriguez cheat on his wife really shook me. In my heart, Charles Rodriguez was old-fashioned and dignified, like a patriarch in feudal society. I had never thought that he would also cheat on Mrs. Ava, who I believed was able to empathize with my position, especially now that Irene was entangled with Bryce, which made me even more sad. I cried out loud and couldn't stop. It was as if I wanted to cry out all the grievances I had suffered in the past few years. My body suddenly became weak and I slid to the ground. Bryce was startled and quickly reached out to hold me in his arms. Hearing me cry so sadly, his eyebrows furrowed, "What happened? Who bullied you?" I rarely cried like this. Even when I lost my child years ago, he had never seen me so sad. He was at a loss because of my crying. The elevator door slowly closed, and he narrowed his eyes, looking at the corridor outside the elevator with a dangerous and intimidating gaze. Back on the to

In the evening, I returned to my apartment and saw my mother standing outside the door in a rage. As I walked over to open the door, my mother suddenly slapped my face. "Smack!" The sound of the slap echoed in the hallway. My cheek burned with pain as I covered half of my face, looking at my mother in disbelief. "Mom, what are you doing? Are you only satisfied if you drive me to my death?" "l'll drive you to your death?" My mother's face was red with anger, and she argued, "I think you're trying to drive me to my death. Do you know how many people are eager to become Mrs. Rodriguez? But you're in that position and don't know how to cherish it. It really makes me angry." I took a deep breath and forced back the surging tears. "Whoever wants to be Mrs. Rodriguez can come and be her. I don't care." My mother's eyes narrowed. "Laurette, don't be ungrateful. You divorced Irene, and now you're a second-marriage woman. Do you think you can still marry into such a good fa

I was taken aback. I sat down on the sofa with the medicine box and took out a box of burn ointment. "With your worth of billions, who dares to say you're useless?" "But I can't even fry an egg properly." Bryce was really frustrated, and his low voice was full of grievances. I squeezed some ointment onto a cotton swab, held his wrist with the other hand, and brought his hand close to my eyes. His fingers were long and the joints were distinct. The back of his hand was very white, showing blue veins, and his nails were neatly trimmed. His fingers were evenly long, and he had a pair of hands that were suitable for art. My hand slid down from his wrist, pinched his little finger, and applied the ointment to the burn while saying, "Everyone has their own specialty. Your hand is suitable for holding a pen or playing the piano." As soon as I mentioned the word "piano," I fell silent, feeling a sting in my heart. The air became strangely quiet for a few seconds.

Irene bit her lip in frustration. She felt like her parents couldn't understand her feelings for Bryce, nor could they understand her sense of regret. "Dad, I know what I'm doing," she said. Irene's father clutched his chest and pointed down the hallway. "If you're going to keep this attitude, then leave now before you make your mother any more upset." Tears streamed down Irene's face. She looked back at her mother lying in the hospital bed with an oxygen mask on. She felt upset, but she didn't want to compromise. "I've already missed him once. I don't want to miss him again. Dad, please forgive my selfishness. I really love him," Irene said. After speaking, she turned and walked away, ignoring her father's increasingly angry expression. After taking a few steps, she stopped and looked at Bryce standing in the hallway. Her heart felt warm. Thinking about the love she had just expressed to him, she blashed and looked at him with a direct and passionate