As she hurried out of the hotel lobby, she almost collided with someone. Cratsy took a few steps back and bumped into the glass door, but a strong hand caught her waist just in time."Sorry..." She started to apologize, but when she saw that the person holding her was Norman, she was so shocked she couldn't speak."In a hurry to reincarnate?" Norman looked down at her still-surprised and slightly frightened face.It had been a while since they'd last seen each other. She seemed to have lost some weight, not just on her face, but her waist felt slimmer too. He couldn't help but stroke it.For the first time, he realized just how soft a woman's waist could be.Sensing his touch, Cratsy, who had now recovered from the shock, blushed, "What... what are you doing? Let go.""Now I realize you have a pretty good figure," Norman said as he released her, though he still fondly remembered the softness.They had shared a bed for a long time, and she often stuck close to him while sleeping. How h
From childhood, she was always compared to her cousin and never measured up. As the younger one, she was always told to follow Cratsy's example. Even when Cratsy married Norman, her mother often told her to find a man no less than Norman. This time, her parents sent her to learn from Cratsy. How could she accept this?The only thing that comforted her was that Cratsy and Norman eventually divorced.If she could win over a man like Norman, imagine the satisfaction.But today, his cold, heartless attitude hurt her deeply. Returning home to be questioned by Cratsy made her feel the jealousy burning stronger."Why can't I go to Norman? I like him. Why can't I confess? You're divorced. What right do you have to interfere in his affairs?" Her voice was emotional.Cratsy frowned slightly. "I don't intend to interfere with anyone. I'm just reminding you that you and Norman aren't suitable. You don't understand him at all..."Arbesa cut her off angrily, "Enough. I don't want to hear it. You're
So, the assistant had gone to his house in the afternoon and noticed something was off. Unfortunately, as an assistant, he couldn’t meddle in his boss’s private affairs.He had asked if Norman wanted to go to the hospital, only to be met with a curt, "Go home."Out of humanitarian concern, after leaving, the assistant had called Cratsy.After hanging up, Cratsy hurriedly left the office.Despite always ending up at a disadvantage with him, hearing he wasn’t well and wouldn’t go to the hospital worried her.She knew he was too proud to ask anyone for help.Sigh, she thought, I must be destined to be a servant.****Before heading to his house, Cratsy stopped by the supermarket, buying two large bags of groceries before heading to Mr. Norman’s place.Despite her lingering grievances, she remembered what was missing when she left and had bought everything.She must have owed him in a past life!Carrying the two heavy bags out of the elevator, she remembered she still had the apartment ke
Norman grunted, sitting at the table. The aroma of the porridge made his empty stomach growl.Cratsy sat opposite, propping her chin on her hands, watching him. "Is it good?" she asked."Decent," he replied without looking up.Well, "decent" was a compliment from him. Getting praise from him was harder than reaching the sky!"Tomorrow, I’ll have the butler send someone to care for you.""Try it," he warned, pausing his spoon."Your brother’s orders." She probed."Cratsy, are you playing games?" he glared at her."I have work tomorrow. I can’t be here every day." That was the truth."With your abilities, what can you possibly do for the company?" He finished his small bowl of porridge and calmly pushed the empty bowl toward her. "Another bowl."This man was truly outrageous.Just a moment ago, he had clearly looked down on her, and now he was treating her like a servant!Resigned to her fate of being a servant in front of him, she pouted and obediently went to get him another bowl."On
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