She saw his efforts but his hot-and-cold attitude wore her out.She knew she wasn't the type to sweet-talk or cater to men, and he was used to being pampered by women. Sooner or later, he'd have enough.If he couldn't stand it, it was better to end things before they hurt each other deeply.She was used to handling things alone, but after he had made her rely on him, his coldness made her feel insecure.How had she gotten used to having someone else by her side so quickly?If the time dragged on longer, wouldn’t he completely infiltrate her private world? Once you get used to having someone around, losing them becomes terrifying to even think about."So, what do you think would be appropriate? Like your brother Lucas?"Her eyes widened, not understanding why he suddenly brought up Lucas.Her surprise was interpreted by him as guilt, causing his heart to chill. "I know in your heart, I can never compare to Lucas, but don’t even think about divorce."He abruptly withdrew his hand and le
"So what if I did?" Now that he had admitted it, he didn’t care. "You’re my wife, always thinking about another man, and ignoring your husband. Shouldn't I be mad?""And the girls constantly calling you out? Shouldn’t I be mad too?" She bit her lip, glaring at him."If you’re mad about that, I’d be happy. It means you care.""So you used those girls to test me?""No!" Hearing the sharpness in her voice, he quickly explained. "Lucia Coes, I never intended that. I changed my personal number. Anyone wanting to contact me professionally goes through Xiao Cao. I’ve decided not to take any more commercial photo shoots.""Including model features?" She pouted."Yes. I’ll only shoot landscapes and things that interest me.""You don’t need to change for me.""I want to change for you," he said firmly. "Lucia Coes, I love you. I’ve had many women, but never truly loved any of them. I don’t know how to love or please someone I like. I feel like nothing I do is right for you. And you and Lucas..
It was a straightforward transaction: money for pleasure. If the clients didn’t like them, the girls couldn’t pursue them further or secretly meet them without her permission. Violating this rule meant being kicked out of the club and likely never working in this industry again.Mrs. Eleanor had powerful connections and unmatched methods. She could elevate or ruin someone with a flick of her wrist.Many of the girls under her tutelage hoped to use the opportunity to latch onto a wealthy patron, aspiring to step into the world of the rich, whether as a wife or a mistress.Over two months ago, he had arranged for Coco, but she didn’t show up due to illness, calling to say she’d be late.He usually didn’t care to investigate the whereabouts of girls like Coco, and having drunk a bit much that night, he had just gone to bed.Until today, when Mrs. Eleanor personally called to apologize, explaining why Coco hadn’t shown up and hoping he wouldn’t be angry with her tonight.She didn’t come,
"Colleagues here have all graduated from prestigious universities and been professionally trained. Surely you understand the phrase ‘know when to stop’?"Phaimary’s cold voice cut in from the doorway.The male employee quickly excused himself, leaving just as Arbesa returned to her desk, head lowered.****After lunch, Arbesa leaned on the sink, dry heaving.Her pale face reflected in the restroom mirror.She was pregnant...Staring at herself, she acknowledged the reality.Yes, she was pregnant!She would be twelve weeks along next week.Over a month ago, when she bought the pregnancy tests, each result was a clear positive, telling her this wasn’t a dream.Initially, she had felt joy.But how to handle this "souvenir" of a night of indulgence? She had no experience, no one to ask for advice.Orphaned at 15, her parents had died in an accident, leaving her a house, enough savings for her education, and insurance and compensation money.Living alone since then, she had become increasi
"Unhappy with your superiors?""No.""Unhappy with me?""No, I wouldn’t dare." Realizing she had been trapped, she quickly added, "Boss, I…""Not daring to complain doesn’t mean you’re not dissatisfied. Have I ever scolded you?""No.""Harassed you?""No." Her heart skipped a beat, her face burning."Then why avoid me?"Cornering her against the wall, he pressed for an answer.Logan, doesn’t this count as workplace harassment?"Boss, I haven’t been avoiding you." She couldn’t meet his eyes, feeling dizzy, either from lack of oxygen or his proximity.Realizing his actions were inappropriate, Logan finally stepped back.Relieved, Arbesa’s legs almost gave way, but his intense gaze made her stand firm. Luckily, the elevator dinged, opening to save her..."Logan, I… I’ll go ahead." She practically fled.Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets, watching her retreating figure thoughtfully.****Arbesa barely remembered how she got home, only that her legs gave out as she shut the door.The m
"Because you don’t have a boyfriend. That night was your first time." He bluntly exposed her."I..." She curled up in the leather seat, wishing she could disappear. Why expose her like this?"I don’t want to discuss this.""Why not?""Because..." Because she was very embarrassed, very ashamed."We already have a child together, what’s there to be embarrassed about?""So what? Besides that night, our relationship is strictly professional. You probably don’t even remember my name. Now you want to discuss if I have a boyfriend or not? Isn’t that awkward?" She spoke frankly.The atmosphere froze.Arbesa wished she could open the car door and jump out. Why had she said that? She wasn’t usually quick-witted or argumentative, especially not with him.But it was true. She had made coffee for him every day for a year, but to him, she was just a nameless assistant.Logan looked at her, slightly surprised. It was true; he only remembered her name today."I’m sorry, that’s my fault."His willingn
At the Blaicher’s house,The table was set with various dishes, a rich dinner spread.The parents had planned to dine out, but their son called, saying he would join them. Abecca Blaicher, back from Paris, hadn’t had a family dinner in a while, so she had the butler prepare dinner, waiting for her son.Despite saying he’d be home by six, it was past eight when Logan finally strolled in."I’m going to be a father."Before Abecca Blaicher could complain, his first words left her stunned.Tom Blaicher quickly regained his composure after the initial shock."Who’s the mother? Why didn’t you bring her?"For years, the couple had been frustrated by their son’s indifference to marriage, leaving them helpless. He wouldn’t date or even entertain the idea, preferring casual encounters at clubs.They had lost hope of having a grandchild, but now he dropped this bombshell, leaving them both astonished.But who was the mother?That was the key question."Yes, who’s the mother?" Abecca Blaicher reg
Mrs. Eleanor's words nearly choked Abecca Blaicher."Julie, how can you say that? Logan isn't old! He's only in his thirties. Haven't you heard the saying 'men age like fine wine'? So many socialites dream of him."Her son was clearly talented, handsome, and successful. How could he be considered an unwanted bachelor as Julie implied?The age gap between Arbesa and Logan might be significant, but so what?Besides, her son was handsome and elegant, looking like he was just over thirty."But compared to Arbesa, he's still an old bull eating young grass," Mrs. Eleanor pouted."Hey, isn't Dr. Ryo an old bull eating young grass too?" Abecca Blaicher couldn't hold back when her son was being criticized."Enough arguing. Let's leave after visiting," Ryo said, stepping in to end the pointless bickering, partly to avoid further conflict and partly because the term "old bull eating young grass" made him uncomfortable.Don't forget, her son and he were the same age, and Arbesa was only in her ea