《He Left Her Broken, She Returned a Weapon》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Chapter 21 The huge mansion stood gigantically against the sky, standing solidly among two other houses in the compound. Michael parked his car in the garage after the garden that surrounded the sides of the mansion. He got down from the car, and automatically it locked behind him. The streetlights brightened the walkways and long alleys, offering illumination to the darkened Earth. Michael spared a brief look across the last building, and as usual, a figure stood by one of the open windows at the top floor, staring out at him. He looked away, and walked into the main entrance of the middle mansion. He got inside, removed his shoes and wore one of the comfy flip-flops by the doorstep. "Annie, turn on the lights." He muttered as he walked into the spacious living room. Immediately, the chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings sparked with lights, and it flooded the whole living room. Michael walked straight to the bar at one far end of the living room and poured himself

Chapter 23 Slowly, Michael brought down the phone from his ear, and cut the line. He looked away from Suzanne, and breathed in. Suzanne continued staring at Michael, obviously wondering what he was doing there. "Michael! Don't leave yet! Please!" A whimpering voice stole it's way out from the half closed door, and Suzanne was quick to recognize the voice. It was the voice of the woman who had ran to hug her. Micharl glanced back slightly, a sorrowful look on his face. Suzanne moved closer now, standing right in front of him. She watched his face, and for the first time, she saw sadness in his eyes. It was not just sadness, he looked tired as well. "She must be your mother," Suzanne mumbled softly, remembering the woman's face from days ago. It was no wonder she looked familiar to her. "Yeah," Michael replied and breathed out again. He closed the door fully behind him, and pushed his hands into his pockets. Suzanne smiled with a thoughtful look in her eyes. "No won

Chapter 25 "You came inside of me." Suzanne mumbled after several minutes of comfortable silence. Michael turned to look at her, and tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Why? Are you scared?" Suzanne looked away, embarrassed at his question. "Why? Why would I be scared? I can always take care of myself." She replied, and sat up. Michael stared at her, smiling impressively. Her hair was a mess, but it made her even look hotter. "I can't believe we just did this. For Christ sake, I just got divorced." Suzanne mumbled. She pressed her palm over her lips and chuckled. She was supposed to feel sorry, but instead, she felt incredibly good. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel apologetic." Michael replied, and chuckled as well. "Do you have to leave?" He suddenly asked, sounding serious. Suzanne turned to look at him, and blinked. "What? What would I be doing here? There's nothing left to do here." "People already think we are together. Shouldn't we just make it off

Chapter 27The dryness that clawed at Suzzan's throat in the middle of the night, a harsh rasp, yanked her from the depths of sleep. Her eyes flickered open, adjusting to the soft gloom that permeated the room. Moonlight, filtered through the gauzy curtains, painted silver streaks across the floor. She sat up, a low groan escaping her lips, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The cool wood floor was a slight relief against her overheated skin.She patted the bedside table, her hand searching for the familiar comfort of a water glass. Empty. Of course. With a sigh, she pushed herself to her feet. The room was silent save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator from downstairs.She shuffled out of the bedroom and down the hallway, the stairs creaking softly under her bare feet. The kitchen was bathed in an even deeper darkness, the only light source the faint glow emanating from the digital clock on the microwave. She fumbled for the light switch, the sudden brightness momentar

Chapter 29The elevator doors hissed open, revealing a sanctuary of power and refined taste. Michael O'Connor's new office was a masterclass in understated opulence. It wasn't about shouting wealth, but whispering sophistication. He walked into the office, a proud smile on his face with what he has done with the interior part of his office. The walls were clad in textured silk, a subtle dove grey that shifted with the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic vista of the city skyline, a breathtaking tableau of his empire. The desk, a single slab of meticulously sourced Italian marble veined with emerald green, sat like a modern sculpture, its austere beauty softened by the warm glow of a custom-designed bronze lamp. A bespoke, hand-knotted Persian rug, its intricate patterns a silent testament to artistry, cushioned every step. Apart from the displays of trophies and accolades, a curated collection of modern art adorned the walls, each piece a conversation s