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
Larissa contemplated for a very long time before finally summoning the courage to call Travis.Yet, despite having made several calls in a row, Travis never answered.…At night, when Larissa returned home after work, she was stopped by someone at the entrance of Foxtail Garden.The sky was getting dark, and the figure stood against the light. All Larissa could make out was a skinny figure, her arms outstretched.It seemed to be a woman.Before she could cause any accidents, Larissa slammed on the brakes.Her car stopped about ten feet away from the figure.Larissa was stunned for about two seconds before she felt her heart rate slow to a normal pace.When she'd recovered from her shock and looked back to where the figure was standing earlier, there was only dust dancing under the dim, yellowish light. Where had the figure gone?Larissa was questioning if what she had seen was nothing but a hallucination when she heard the sound of someone trying to pull her car door open at the passen
Larissa instinctively lowered her head.Seeing as her forceful attempts at entering were not working, Amber started crying. "I need to see my uncle urgently! Please! You have to let me in! This is a matter of life and death. If I can't see my uncle, I might as well be dead! Do you really have the heart to watch me meet my end without doing anything?"Snot and tears trickled down her cheeks. She looked particularly pitiful.Slight discomfort colored the guard's face, but he remained professional. "These are the orders I have from my higher-ups. I'm sorry, Miss, I really cannot let you in."Amber hurled her backpack into the guardhouse. The guard took a step back in fright."My phone, wallet, and ID are all in this bag. Please, I'm begging you! Take these in exchange and let me in. I really am not a bad person!"The guard bent down and picked her backpack up before handing it back to her wordlessly. His stance was firm and there was no changing his mind."Beep, beep—"A car came from beh
Amber froze in shock.She couldn't understand why Kevan had transformed in a split second from being caring and concerned about her wellbeing to being distant, arrogant, and unapproachable."But—but why?" Her eyes filled with tears and her voice quivered.However, at that moment, the only thing Kevan had eyes for was the gradually disappearing car in the distance. He did not hear Amber's question at all, nor did he realize that Dylan's car had stopped beside him.It wasn't until a horn blared shrilly that he was pulled out of his trance. Pulling open the back door, he boarded the car, leaving Amber standing alone indignantly.Dylan eyed the coat on Amber and teased, "That coat has to cost at least tens of thousands, right? And you gave it away without even giving it a second thought? Mr. Rogers, if you're so rich, how about you increase my year-end bonuses just a tiny bit more."Kevan's brows remained knitted as he brushed away the nonexistent dirt on his arms."Dirty. So dirty." His t