Penelope's back was assaulted with a cup. A sharp pain struck her shoulder. The cup fell and shattered on the ground.She turned around and saw a gloating smile on Samantha's face.Penelope was beyond livid. She wasn't expecting Samantha to be so relentless, resorting to sneaking attacks from behind when she couldn't win fair and square.Penelope looked around and noticed the kettles on the cabinet by the door. She walked forward to grab one before striding toward Samantha.The water in the kettle was boiling hot.Noticing that a disaster was about to happen, the waitstaff standing by the side hurriedly grabbed Penelope's wrist and took the kettle away from her.The waitstaff then said, "Please calm down, miss. This contains hot water. It could cause a serious accident."Penelope was the same age as Bryce. Thus, she was older and more mature than Samantha. Her rationality returned upon the waitstaff's intervention.She coldly glanced at Samantha, snorting lightly before opening
Bryce leaned down to kiss her forehead.From there, he trailed kisses down to her temple, her nose, and finally, her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe and kissed it softly, being both assertive yet gentle at the same time.Holly's mind went blank. She turned away from him but was pinned down by his kisses and touches.She belatedly realized that men were creatures who, when given an inch, would take a mile.Bryce had just said that he would pursue her an hour ago. She hadn't even accepted him, yet he was now touching and kissing her. He even wanted to bring her back for a night.Holly pressed her hand against his lips and gently pushed him away. She then asked, "Were you also this impatient when you pursued Samantha in the past?"Bryce's expression faltered visibly. "Why are you bringing her up now? Such a mood killer."Holly said seriously, "Tell me the truth."Bryce replied, "I've never pursued her before. It's just that our parents have always tried to set us up. You're the fir
It was Priscilla's voice. Her booming voice, which was polished from her long teaching career, was distinctive and distinguishable.Surprised, Holly hurriedly pushed Bryce away. Yet Bryce remained composed, his arm still wrapped around her waist.He turned to look at Priscilla and smiled gracefully, greeting, "Good evening, Priscilla."Priscilla was covered in sweat as she had just returned from line dancing.She eyed Bryce and coldly said, "Stop taking advantage of Holly when you both have already divorced."Despite her harsh words, Priscilla was actually admiring Bryce's handsome face in her heart.Bryce let go of Holly but continued to hold her hand. Dappled shadows of the leaves reflected upon his face, dimming and brightening intermittently.He smiled chivalrously and replied, "You misunderstood us, Priscilla. I'm currently in a relationship with Holly."Priscilla burst out laughing. She looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.Holly was embarrassed. She
After getting her flight ticket sorted, Holly boarded the plane. She headed toward Isola with her painting materials. She was accompanied by Leitia and a bodyguard.The three of them landed at Isola Airport three hours later. They then took a cab and headed toward Isola Museum.Just as they stepped into the cab, a tall figure took another cab and trailed them from behind.The man had tanned skin and a ruggedly handsome look with a crew cut. It was Abelin.Abelin's phone rang shortly after the car departed. He accepted the call, and a soft yet confident female voice sounded, "I heard you flew to Isola."He said, "You've planted quite a lot of spies around me."The woman asked, "Do you really like her that much?" Abelin hummed a reply."She's a married woman, and it was even to that family. You should just return if you keep being stubborn like this."Abelin paused before replying, "She's now divorced." The woman fell silent.After a while, she said, "You still can't go af
Holly was completely absorbed in her observation for the entire morning. She remained motionless the entire time.She had to rely on her memory since photography wasn't allowed in the museum, and the HD photos online might have color discrepancies. It drained her mentally with the amount of details to note.Beside her, Leitia found it puzzling for Holly to be tirelessly looking at a painting. Wasn't it just a painting?In any case, Leitia found herself restless after watching for so long. She didn't know what was so special about the painting and only found the mountain to be big and sturdy—much more imposing than the ones back in her hometown. Other than that, nothing else was remarkable. Yet Holly remained engrossed in her admiration. Abelin watched her from afar the entire time she stood before "The Traveler". He had a gentle gaze as he watched over her, feeling content.The museum was quiet and serene on a Wednesday. There was a heavy sense of loneliness among the historica
Holly took the bottle over without a second thought. She drank a mouthful before passing the bottle back to Leitia.Abelin asked, "Are you heading back to the hotel? Have you booked it in advance?"Before Holly could reply, Leitia took out an electric fan and interrupted, "Are you feeling hot, Mrs. Gabelman? Let me cool you down."She then turned the electric fan on and directed it toward Holly's face, making her hair fly everywhere.Holly held her hair down and amusedly smiled. "I'm not feeling hot, Mrs. Locke."Leitia replied seriously, "No, you're feeling hot."Holly couldn't win against her, so she let Leitia cool her off with the electric fan. She and Abelin had nothing else to say after Leitia's interruption.They stood in silence before an empty cab drove over. The bodyguards hurriedly called it over.Holly and Abelin ushered each other in politely before getting into the car.…Once they returned to the hotel, Holly had lunch with Leitia and the others. She then too
Holly felt her heart flutter slightly. She didn't know what to say for a moment.Bryce pressed his lips against hers and kissed her in a familiar manner. Suddenly, he bent down to pick her up, kicking the door shut before walking into the room.Holly was instantly swept off her feet. She softly called out, "Put me down!""Wait." Bryce carried her over to the bed and placed her down. His action was gentle, as if he were placing a giant doll down. He leaned down slightly and looked into her eyes, asking, "Did you miss me?"Holly paused before nodding. She had missed him dearly earlier.The longing didn't start just now. Ever since they divorced, she yearned for a warm embrace whenever she woke up from nightmares.Several times, Holly woke up in the night and went to find Priscilla for a hug. But she couldn't feel the sense of security, no matter how much Priscilla had hugged her.Only then did she realize that some people were irreplaceable.Bryce's eyes glinted when he got Holly
Despite Holly's poised and mature demeanor during the day—acting like she was 83 years old when she was just 23—she was rather adorable when she was asleep.At the very least, it looked that way to Bryce. He always thought she looked like she needed love and affection from others.Bryce stared at her closed eyes. He then spoke in a low tone with a hint of threat, "You shouldn't cry out for Abel in your dreams anymore, or else I'll leave you to fend for yourself."Despite his harsh words, he felt softhearted deep down. If he really wanted to leave Holly alone, he wouldn't have flown all the way over in the middle of the night just because he missed her.Bryce leaned down to kiss Holly's lips and rested his forehead against hers for a while. He then closed his eyes and fell asleep.Holly slept well that night.…Upon waking up the next morning, the first thing Holly saw was a handsome and unblemished face.Her mind was still groggy from sleep. She only recalled how Bryce had flow