Romans & histoires Stolen Love Chinese Drama

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

“You old hag! You just can’t stop stealing, can you? Why did you steal from the landlord, of all people?! Now we’re getting kicked out. It’s all your fault!” “How is this my fault, Gregg? You wore some of those clothes too!” Vera protested indignantly. Her precious son roared back, “The audacity of you to even bring that up! Look at the disgusting crap you stole, it’s made me itch all over!” Kerry, who had been groaning on the ground, finally managed to pull herself up. She glared at Vera with fury. “Gregg is absolutely right! I’m sure it was those filthy panties you stole that caused me to lose the baby! And now we’re about to lose the apartment too!”

If you weren't jealous of me or if you weren't worried that I'll succeed in becoming his girlfriend, why else would you steal my love letter? Because I was young and immature. I just did not want to take risks. Tang Li thought to herself but did not voice it out. "What's with that expression?" Tang Li massaged her forehead, "I owe you one for what happened," No matter what, the fact that she stole someone's private belongings and destroyed it could not be justified.

Zion watched her go and wondered if marrying her was a huge mistake. A few hours passed. Mina got hungry, so she went into the kitchen to cook some noodles. These weren't normal noodles, they were the kind that had a very strong, stinky smell. Some people love them, but most people want to run away or gag when they smell them. In just a few minutes, the stinky smell filled the whole house. It went into every room. Jade’s voice yelled out from upstairs. She sounded disgusted. “What is that horrible smell?!”

And that ever-present ache that refused to ease — between her legs, across her back, in her throat. This wasn’t love. It had never been love. It was purely an obsession. She was foolish to fall in love with him. She never experienced a love before, being an orphan she craved for love. She followed him like a lost puppy and when he gave her a little bit of attention she thought it was love. His way of loving her, so naive of her to believe whatever he did was out of love or to protect her and now she couldn't even recognize the person she fell in love with.

I said. Qing Han shook his head. “I don’t give a damn about the two million my mom gave you. I’m talking about the money stolen from my account.” I was silent for a second. “How much was it?” I asked. My eyes were now red and stinging. Qing Han raised his brows. “You don’t know how much you stole?” I could only look back at him. What was I supposed to tell him? “You will keep your job, Chen Xiu. I don’t want an orphan’s blood or tears on my hands. But you are going to do exactly as I order you to.”

Cedric answered my question seriously, saying, "Emma, as you said, we've never actually been together. No matter how much I say I love you, or promise I'll never change, after what happened with Benjamin…you won't be able to fully trust me again." He paused, his tone steady. "I just want you to know that when it comes to love, I feel the same way you do. I won't settle. And if one day our love fades, I'll tell you honestly. I won't betray you by cheating." Meeting his intense, sincere gaze, I found myself unable to respond. I lowered my head. "Cedric… I need time. I'm sorry, I can't give you an answer right now." He smiled gently.

This is not about love. It is about timing. About control. “I know my age,” I said. “Then don’t waste it.” I stood slowly, pushing my chair back without breaking eye contact. “I’m not wasting anything.” “Prove it.” The audacity of that nearly made me laugh. Instead, I felt something inside me go very, very still. He wanted proof. Proof that I was aligned. Proof that I was still manageable. “I don’t owe you proof,” I said. His expression hardened. “We are married.”