Arbesa turned away, ignoring Cratsy, and spoke to Phaimary. "Phaimary, can you drive me?""I'm busy." He flatly refused."Here's the key." Arbesa, feeling both hurt and angry, threw the apartment key at Phaimary and left with her suitcase.Was she cutting ties?Cratsy silently took the keys from her brother.Let her be! She had enough of her own troubles without worrying about others' feelings.****Back in her cozy apartment, she took a hot shower, dried her hair, and sat on the bed. Her thoughts wandered to whether he had taken his medicine, if his fever had gone down, and his parents' cold attitude.No matter how distant the relationship, he was still their son. How could they not care at all?This question puzzled her.Unconsciously, she opened Skype and saw Julie was online. Maybe she knew why?After some thought, she sent a message but received no reply even after 10 minutes.It was almost 11 PM; Julie was probably asleep. Oh well.Before lying down, she couldn't resist sending
Her words instantly soothed him."Really?" Norman asked doubtfully, feeling touched for the first time because she agreed to stay by his side."Aren't I here? Go rest in bed for a bit; we can't have you passing out again. I can't lift you.""Okay." He replied softly, awkwardly putting his arm around her shoulder, leaning half his weight on her, fully enjoying the warmth and softness, with no intention of letting go.She came back, how wonderful!Did this mean he still held an important place in her heart?Just like that night, when she lay under him and said, "For you, I'm willing!"Thinking about it, a strange sense of pride filled his chest, even though he didn't quite understand why.Slowly, they made their way from the living room to the bedroom, where she helped him lie down and thoughtfully tucked him in.Suddenly, the silent man spoke, "Get up here.""What for?" She turned, intending to get him a glass of water, confused by his request."Lie down," Norman said nonchalantly, as
"And who are you?" Phaimary, regaining composure, retorted, though she had an inkling of the man's identity."You called and you're asking me who I am?" Norman, wanting to know the caller's relationship with Cratsy, refrained from hanging up immediately."Why is Cratsy's phone with you?" Phaimary asked fearlessly.Cratsy? The familiarity in the name irked Norman. He had never called her that."She's sleeping in my bed. Is it strange that I have her phone?" Norman childishly taunted."Norman, how dare you bully her?" Phaimary's voice rose with indignation."You know who I am?" Norman asked, not hiding his displeasure."You're a jerk! I'm Cratsy's current boyfriend. Knowing her ex-husband isn't wrong. Now let her talk!"Boyfriend? What nonsense!They hadn't even been apart for a month. Where did this boyfriend come from?The usually composed man felt a surge of anger he couldn't suppress. In a fit of rage, he flung the phone against the wall, shattering it.Hmph, boyfriend? Go to hell!
Zair stood up calmly. "No one sees you as a garbage can. This opportunity was personally secured by Dad from Grandpa.""Tell him I don't care.""Whether you care is your business.""Then don't mention it in front of me.""I've mentioned it, so what?"The two, nearly equal in height, faced each other across a coffee table, tension palpable.With the big boss present, Leona dared not challenge his authority. If the two really fought, he might get caught in the crossfire.So, Leona discreetly glanced at Ryo, who had been quietly sipping juice, showing no intention of intervening."This place doesn't welcome you.""So what?" Zair provocatively smirked, looking at his half-brother.So what?Norman answered with a punch.Caught off guard, Zair dodged but got hit, enraged.If Norman struck first, Zair wouldn't hold back. He had disliked his brother for a long time, swinging back immediately.The two young masters fought fiercely, neither yielding.Norman, recovering from leg injuries, defend
She banged on the door repeatedly, but there was no response."If you don't open the door, I'm leaving! How could you break my phone?"She wanted to ignore him!Tired, hungry, and angry, she lacked the strength to keep knocking. She turned to leave.But after only a few steps, Norman, hearing her threat, hurriedly opened the door and followed her. "Who said you could leave?"Hearing him, she stopped, turned, and held up her shattered phone. "Did you do this?"Norman's eyes flickered, and he calmly replied, "It slipped."A slip could break a phone like this? Was he fooling a child?But Cratsy didn't have the energy to argue about it."Did you answer my phone?"Who called? Was it Phaimary?"Who told you to sleep like a log?" His displeasure at the person claiming to be her "boyfriend" resurfaced."You could have just ignored it." She retracted her hand."I'll get you a new one." A hundred phones wouldn't be a problem; he would even change her number.It's not about getting a new phone.
After Cratsy finished shouting, Norman was completely taken aback. What? This kid was her brother?The "brother-in-law," who was finally recognized, looked even more displeased, a mocking smile appearing on his face. "Sister, look at this man. He can't even recognize your family. How can you stay with him?""Phaimary, stop talking. Go upstairs first.""If you go, I'm going with you." He didn't want to leave her alone with this man who might bully her.Norman stood silently, not saying a word."Maybe you should leave first," Cratsy said, patting his hand, which was still tightly holding hers.He glanced at Phaimary, then looked back at her.Cratsy felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, especially with Phaimary standing next to them."Alright, I'm going upstairs now."He didn't respond, nor did he stop her. He just silently watched her and Phaimary walk side by side into the building.Before entering the building, Cratsy stole a quick glance back. He was still standing there.That night, she
"Earlier, I was just..." Cratsy began awkwardly once the car started."You wanted to anger that girl? What did she do to you?" Norman wasn't dumb. He could figure it out."Arbesa wants to prove she's more attractive to you. I just wanted to show her otherwise." She wasn't exactly kind-hearted around him and had even been called manipulative. Let him continue thinking that way.Norman nodded. "Well done."Cratsy was speechless.Was he agreeing with her?When the car stopped at a restaurant, she didn't get out immediately, looking at him instead."What do you want?" she asked."Trying to learn how to woo a girl," he replied calmly.Woo...woo a girl?Did he mean her?She was completely stunned."Get out, let's eat!" The driver opened the door. Norman got out first and walked to her side, helping her out.Eventually, she was not only forced to have lunch with him but also taken to his place in the afternoon.She had planned to sneak away when he answered a phone call in his study but was
It was hard to believe that in this day and age, a man in his thirties could still be a virgin. If true, he was either unattractive or gay.But Norman was undeniably handsome, charming, and came from a prestigious background. How could he not attract anyone? Gay? That seemed impossible.While it's said that exceptional men are either married or gay, Norman couldn't possibly be gay.She refused to believe it because she had experienced his passion firsthand.But what did Julie mean by saying it wasn't easy to "straighten him out"?Something didn't add up."What are you thinking?"Norman, stepping out of the bathroom with water dripping from his hair, saw her deep in thought and asked, puzzled."Wondering if you're gay..." She blurted out, only realizing halfway through how inappropriate it was. She covered her mouth, looking at his darkened expression, his chest heaving with anger, fists clenched at his sides."What did you say? Repeat that," he asked in a low voice, a mix of threat an