As if someone had cast a spell on her, Larissa lay there, unmoving, watching as the car sped closer and closer toward her.A rational part of her urged her to run, but her body refused to oblige.The screech of brakes engaging pierced the air.And then, it felt like the whole world had stilled.Some passersby covered their eyes in fear. Some of them turned their gaze to the scene.She didn't know how much time had passed. Maybe it had been a few seconds, or a few minutes—perhaps it had been ten minutes or tens of minutes. Slowly, sound seeped into Larissa's ears again.Unexpectedly, she had not been hit. The car's bumper had barely touched her when it stopped completely. There wasn't even a single scratch on her.Due to the incident, the remaining cars that passed by had slowed down as the number of people gathered around gradually increased, trapping her in the middle of the crowd."Miss, are you alright?""Can you stand?""You haven't lost your mind, have you?"…The pass
"I'm fine," Larissa said."But your shoulder—" He glanced at her swollen right shoulder."I injured my shoulder about a week ago. My shoulder was refractured because I'd been hit by a bag, not because of you or your car," she explained.The man's expression did not relax. "Did the doctor prescribe any medication for you? I can go get it for you."Larissa shook her head."So, can you walk? Do you need me to help you? It's so congested outside right now, trying to call a cab won't be an easy feat. How about I send you home."His eagerness made her wary. "It's fine," she repeated, searching for another excuse. "I'll call my friend to come and get me."Sensing the distance and resistance in her tone, the man defended himself hurriedly. "Don't get me wrong, I have no intentions of taking advantage of you or anything like that! I'm just worried about you getting home alone in your condition. If you don't want me to send you home, I'll wait here with you until your friend arrives."La
Kevan had no intentions of chatting further with Lucas. He replied with a simple "Oh," and said no more.Lucas was not deterred by his indifference. Quite the contrary, he continued rambling as he attempted to express his excitement. "I didn't think I'd actually see you here, Mr. Rogers! You know, you've always been my idol!"Kevan nodded indifferently. "Are we leaving or not?" he asked Larissa.He turned and started walking in the opposite direction. Larissa followed hurriedly.Lucas followed the two of them and leaned closer toward Larissa. "Is Mr. Rogers your friend?" he whispered.Friend? Of course not. But she did say before that her friend would be here to pick her up. She just didn't know why Dylan had turned into Kevan—Larissa was faced with a dilemma. She swallowed and nodded lightly.Lucas' eyes sparkled."In that case, can you introduce me to Mr. Rogers? I want to be friends with him too!" He grabbed her hands."I—" Larissa glanced at Kevan's cool and elegant silh
Dylan withdrew his gaze and asked Larissa curiously. "What he said just now—remember what I told you—what was that?""I—uhm—" Larissa was a bit hesitant. "That is…a secret for now.""Tsk." Dylan teased. "You just met him, and you already have little secrets between you two."No wonder Kevan had left with a sour face.Kevan did not bring his car keys with him. Having arrived at the car earlier than the other two, he could only wait for them outside.Dylan unlocked the car, and Kevan slid into the passenger seat without hesitation."Huh?" Dylan looked like he'd discovered something new. "I thought you only exclusively sat at the back."Even if it was the two of them, Kevan had never offered to sit in front.Dylan had criticized him countless times before because of this. "Do you really take me as your driver?"Kevan had always remained indifferent to his complaints. Now, however, he looked straight ahead and said coldly, "It's dirty."Dylan chided, "Didn't you sit at the back w
When Larissa's shoulder had healed to the point where she could return to work normally at the hotel, two weeks had already passed.Her colleagues celebrated her return by booking a private room at the most upscale fine-dining restaurant in Covenford. They hung banners, inflated balloons, and even bought her a big cake.Larissa felt guilty about accepting their grand gesture. As such, she accepted every single toast that came her way—And…she got drunk again.Some of the others wanted to send her home, but they didn't know her address. When asked about her family or friend's contact number, she could only stare back blankly without saying a word."Ah!" Someone raised their hand suddenly. "I have Ms. Seymour's husband's contact number! One time, Ms. Seymour's phone died, and she borrowed mine to give her husband a call. I conveniently saved his number back then!""Call him! Call him!" the group urged.Someone spoke up weakly. "Aren't Ms. Seymour and her husband…divorced?"This w
Travis licked his lips and spoke, his voice hoarse. "Please send me the address. I will be there shortly."Larissa's assistant switched off the camera and sent over the restaurant's address.When they heard that Travis was coming over to pick Larissa up, the group started gossiping again."Looks like the two of them are still together!""Ms. Seymour really is patient! Her husband had an affair, and she still hasn't divorced him!""What else can she do? Society puts more pressure on women than men. It's harder to find a partner when you're a divorced woman.""They have no children anyway. Based on Ms. Seymour's looks and financial status alone, even if she was divorced, plenty of people would be lining up to pursue her, regardless!""Alright, alright," Larissa's assistant interrupted. "Regarding Ms. Seymour and her husband's private matters, let's all forget what we heard today. Don't you all start spreading rumors about this outside of this room."…At that time, Travis was st
After Amber was discharged from the hospital, Travis still did not send his parents away.He terminated her lease for the one-bedroom apartment she used to live in and rented a two-bedroom apartment to make it easier for his parents to stay and take care of her.As for himself, he started coming home later and later as time went on. Even when he had finished all of his tasks, he would create excuses to work overtime just to avoid being on the receiving end of Amber's sudden rages.Today was no different.…When Travis arrived at the restaurant, most of Larissa's colleagues had already dispersed, leaving only a few who were sober to accompany Larissa until his arrival.Travis didn't know if he was simply overthinking or not. He couldn't help but feel that the remaining people in the private room were looking at him with open disdain, as if they despised his very existence."Ms. Seymour is over there." Larissa's assistant pointed at Larissa, who was already asleep on a round table
Travis did not want to argue with her. He replied softly, "I'm still working at the company. Is there something you need?""Travis Hardy, what kind of motherfucking bullshit are you talking about!" Amber cursed loudly. "I already asked your other colleagues, and they said you left an hour ago!"Travis panicked. He hadn't expected Amber to have set a trap for him to fall into."Tell me the truth, where are you now?" Amber demanded. "Are you in some cheap bitch's bed?""I'm not," he quickly denied. "What nonsense are you thinking? I was just tired from work so I went out for a drink with my friend.""Why did you lie about working overtime then?" Amber persisted.After juggling his marriage to Larissa and his affair with Amber for so long, Travis had long mastered the skills of coming up with excuses on the spot."I just didn't want you to misunderstand! Your emotions have been so unstable lately. If you get too worked up and drive yourself crazy, I'll be the one to suffer!" he said softl