"Do you know where he's being treated?" Eleanor asked one of her crew members over the phone.She walked briskly, accompanied by Ari right behind her, not too far, yet not too close to avoid collision if Eleanor suddenly stopped."Uh-huh… okay," Eleanor concluded after getting information from her crew at the rig's control centre.Her mind raced quickly; if she showed up in her too-casual attire like this, a plain shirt with jeans, she wouldn't be able to bypass the procedures in the VVIP treatment room.She headed towards the cafeteria where all the hospital visitors usually gathered. Upon arrival, her eyes scanned the room and found the target she was aiming for.A woman with a thick fur coat that looked very fake but still more effective in convincing hospital staff than her current appearance.She approached the counter and ordered a double shot of hot coffee. Her eyes never left the woman in the fake fur coat, enjoying her last bites.Eleanor leaned against a pole near the counte
"Who are you?" Yvonne asked, courage seizing her in the moment; in front of her, a murder was about to take place, and the victim was her own Dad.At least she needed an answer, didn't she, or rather, she deserved one."Go, Yvonne, I don't want you to witness this," the old woman commanded without turning her face from Sebastian.The woman's companion approached Yvonne and shielded her view from the scene unfolding before her. Yvonne stood still, unsure of what to decide."Yvonne... she—" her Dad was about to reveal the old woman's identity, but his words were instantly cut off."Silence!" the old woman snapped firmly.Yvonne squirmed. Somehow, she replayed the image in her mind, recalling the details she had missed, such as how the woman looked at Dad and Dad at her.Then... the resemblance between them."No way..." she murmured softly; she couldn't even believe the suspicion in her head."But why, aunt?" Yvonne finally asked, daring herself.Because she thought there was no harm in
Amber smiled at the idea in her head. If she succeeded in seducing the young man, she wouldn't have to leave all her luxuries behind here.She wouldn't go back to the streets. She would never stoop so low!She was about to step out to defend the man before the head of security. But her steps halted instantly upon hearing a high-pitched voice."No, you're not!" someone barked firmly.Amber knew it was Yvonne's voice, and she had no intention of facing that pretentious woman in her current position, which had no bargaining power.It would be better if she tried not to be seen. That way, she hoped the woman would forget about her and not drive her out of her current sanctuary. As she debated with herself, a quarrel broke out outside."Oh? Just because you inherited the Thornhill surname from your mother doesn't make you worthy. As far as I know, Thornhill's legitimate heir is a man. If there isn't one, then you must marry, and your husband will be entitled. As far as I know... You're sin
"What's wrong?" Hazel asked as she hugged Glenn from behind.He hadn't noticed her presence earlier, but now he held Hazel's fingers that trailed across his stomach, enjoying the embrace of the woman who was now his wife.He turned around to face Hazel, smiling mischievously at his wife. Hazel stepped back, attempting to avoid him, knowing his husband's antics well.Glenn pulled her closer until Hazel's face was buried in his chest. "Where are you going? You can't go anywhere," Glenn teased.Hazel tickled him, causing Glenn to squirm and eventually release his grip on her. When Hazel tried to tease Glenn again, he warned her."Don't even try," he pointed at Hazel.Hazel looked at him with a victorious grin, "Finally, I know how to retaliate, young master," she teased.As Hazel moved forward to tickle Glenn again, Glenn suddenly held both of her hands and turned her around. He held both of Hazel's wrists with one hand while the other roamed her body to his favourite spot, playing with
After their heated activities, Hazel rested her head on Glenn's chest as he lay sprawled out asleep.She studied Glenn's face closely, the face of the man she had secretly longed for and never dared to hope for reciprocation.Now, who would have thought that man would become her husband, and even love her so dearly?Hazel's fingertips traced imaginary lines on Glenn's chest as her mind wandered. She imagined how fortunate her life had become when suddenly Glenn's hand caught hers."Want some more?" teased Glenn, grinning.Hazel quickly withdrew her hand from Glenn's grasp, panicked. "No—," she refused, shaking her head vigorously.Her body felt sore after their week-long heated encounters. Hazel had lost count of how many times they had done it in a day, stopping only for meals and bathroom breaks or when she needed to rest, which rarely exceeded four hours.She couldn't understand why she needed Glenn's presence so much now, unable to be far from him. It was as if her body craved Gle
"Love, where are you going?!" Hazel shouted, trying to catch up with her husband. But she was too late as Glenn seemed not to hear her and had already gotten into the car.She saw her husband in a hurry to meet someone who was speaking on the phone with him. Hazel furrowed her brows, 'What urgent matter is making him rush like this, leaving me without saying goodbye?' thought Hazel.But then she speculated if it might be bad news from his parents-in-law, and she called Irina."Hi, darling. Are you guys close by?" Irina asked directly, assuming Hazel told them they were going to the Smith mansion.Once again, Hazel was puzzled because Irina's voice sounded ordinary as if nothing was happening."No, mother… Uh… Is there something going on, Mother? Glenn seems to be leaving in a hurry; I thought something bad had happened to you both," Hazel finally asked, unable to hide her curiosity."No, darling… Your father is here too, relaxing and having his afternoon tea," Irina replied. Hazel cou
‘So, that's what made him leave in such a hurry? To meet his lover?’ Hazel speculated, her brow furrowed, asking the driver to stop suddenly.They were almost arriving at Smith Mansion; the car pulled over on the deserted straight road just in front of the Smith property as she requested to stop.Seeing his young madam crying, the driver fell silent, only glancing discreetly from the rearview mirror, afraid of intruding on her privacy.Hazel again watched the video snippet sent to her by an anonymous contact. The message provided the whereabouts of where Glenn met his secret lover.Hazel's heart wanted to confront Glenn and his lover, but for some reason, she was afraid. Afraid it would become a scandal she couldn't contain. She chose to bury the issue, not wanting to ignite it.It was clear that the sender intended to provoke her emotions and provide drama for those with ill intentions, and she didn't want to comply.She would confront Glenn later in their private residence, where sh
Like a lump of hair lodged in his throat as he realised the effects of his carelessness today. He even found it difficult to breathe, imagining his wife somewhere right now with hurtful feelings due to a mere misunderstanding.'Which idiot has spread such cheap slander about me!' Glenn cursed as he punched the air.'Only a woman understands how to hurt her fellow beings with such a cleverly crafted scenario like this…' Glenn thought.One name popped into his head, especially now that the woman was in distress because her source of income had died.Who else but Amber?'I should have killed her long ago; she's just a parasite that never lets go, leeches to my life,' Glenn regretted.Now everything had happened. His wife had left without a trace. Whether he liked it or not, he had to contact his in-laws. They were the ones who knew Hazel's habits the best, while he had only just gotten to know the woman.As he waited for Miriam to answer his call, he noticed the silent and empty feeling