"Don't tell me we're so close that I have to tell you everything?" At that moment, Eulalia was like a hedgehog.Trent just laughed, now that Eulalia had lost her memory, she probably didn't even know what was wrong with her.He looked straight into her eyes, unabashed: "I just wanted to check in on you, worried that you might not even know what's wrong with yourself."Eulalia furrowed her brow, not understanding his point. Didn't she know her own body?She was deeply skeptical of his words, her brows furrowed as she was about to speak, but then her phone rang. She flipped it over and saw it was Percival calling.In her new phone, she only had five contacts: Percival, Oliver, Mr. Lee, Ms. Hayak, Ms. Jonas. Percival was the one she contacted the most. She answered the call, her voice soft."Did you take your medicine?"Hearing Percival's voice, the gloom in Eulalia's heart instantly cleared, and she felt much better, her furrowed brow relaxing and her lips curling slightly."I did, just
At that moment, Percival was in his corporate office, dealing with work, unsettled and agitated because of the phone call he had just made with Eulalia.He couldn’t concentrate on the words on his computer screen, his temples throbbing with pain. He sat in his leather chair, supporting his head with his left hand, his right hand holding an unfinished cigarette.His phone on the desk suddenly vibrated. Percival slightly turned his head to look.Seeing the name on the message, his deep black eyes turned even darker, looking gloomy without a hint of warmth.He opened the message, and upon seeing the photos inside, every cell in his body seemed to ignite.There were five photos in total, featuring Trent and Eulalia.From the photos, their close interactions made it seem like they were the affectionate couple. In the cinema, the man leaned on Eulalia's shoulder, and in the restaurant, they sat at a table for couples, along with the photo of Eulalia adding Percival on FB.Beyond anger, Perc
"Is Eulalia back?" Percival asked Lee the second he got back to the villa."She's back, should still be in her room sleeping."She's really chilled out, able to sleep at a time like this.Percival's brows were furrowed, his eyes slightly squinted, his face an iron shade of blue, muscles on his face twitching as he struggled to suppress an emotion he'd bottled up for a long time.Percival glanced coldly upstairs and headed straight to the bedroom. He didn't bother changing his shoes; his leather shoes clicked sharply and hurriedly on the floor, hinting at his repressed feelings.Lee, a bit worried, told Hayak and the others, "You guys stay down here, I'll go check."Hayak looked worried. "Percival doesn’t seem too happy. Hope these two don’t start fighting."Jonas tried to reassure her, "Shouldn't be an issue. After all, Percival loves his wife so much."Emotions are tricky; once doubt creeps in, it creates a rift.Lee shook his head and quietly followed upstairs.Percival didn’t hesit
Just the thought of Eulalia being taken away by Trent made Percival want to tear the woman before him into pieces and swallow her whole.Percival clenched his teeth, his grip on Eulalia's chin so tight as if he wanted to crush it.Eulalia felt like her heart was being sliced open. Her lips pursed, tears streaming down her face—was this really her husband? Preferring to believe those few photos over her words, he seemed to suspect she was some kind of socialite who could take any man to bed.Her eyes, barely holding back the pain, she rasped, “Percival, what does it matter to you who I meet or what I do? What right do you have to restrict my freedom? I’m a person, not a canary you keep caged.”Percival's eyes were icy, as if frozen, he nodded with gritted teeth, “What are we to each other? Do I need to prove it to you?”As his words fell, a ripping sound echoed—Eulalia’s silk nightgown was torn apart by Percival. She barely had time to cover herself before his kisses, rough and biting,
Percival went all out on Eulalia as a form of punishment, and only realized afterward that he hadn’t taken any precautions.Eulalia, who had stomach cancer and couldn't get pregnant, got up quickly and straightened her clothes before leaving the room.Lying in bed, Eulalia felt incredibly heavy, struggling to even move a finger. She lay on her side, watching Percival leave the room. When he came back, he had a glass of water and a pill in his hand.“Take this.”Looking at the pill in his hand, Eulalia felt a chill. What else could it be but a morning-after pill?Well, that was probably for the best. If by some accident she got pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to leave him then.Percival stood by the bed, his expression cold and detached, looking down at her. Eulalia took a deep breath and, gathering all her strength, her hand trembling, she picked up the pill and put it in her mouth.Normally, she needed half a glass of water to swallow a pill, but now she chewed it up and forced it dow
The senior Mr. Dunraven's expression didn't change much, but there was a flash of coldness in his eyes. Percival didn't want to waste time sucking up to the old man. He had said before that he wasn't interested in the family business. He came today mainly to beat up Trent. Trent wasn't surprised; he knew Percival wouldn't be able to resist coming after him. He smirked, his lips curling with a wicked smile. "Stay away from my woman." Trent looked up, his tone indifferent, "It was just a dinner together. Was there really a need to come here in the middle of the night to make a scene? What's yours is yours; I couldn't take her even if I wanted to. If she's not yours, you can't keep her either. Am I right, bro?" "Should we take this outside or just here?" Trent stood up. As soon as they stepped outside, Percival grabbed his coll
The butler was in the house, shaking so hard he was afraid the brothers would seriously hurt each other—one wrong move and someone could die. He was freaking out on the side while the grandfather just chilled, sipping his coffee like he didn’t care at all. After about twenty minutes, the butler glanced at the clock.“Sir, if we don’t intervene, I’m afraid something bad might happen…”The old man lifted his cloudy eyes. “Don’t worry, they won’t die.”He said it as casually as if he was deciding what to have for dinner, then put his cup down and stood up.“Go get some more people, and call the family doctor.” To him, it wasn’t serious; at worst, they’d be bedridden for a few days with a sprain or something.At the Dunraven house, brothers fighting was normal, even seen as a form of toughening up.The butler immediately sent people to the backyard.Percival had Trent by the neck, slapping him across the head.“Trying to threaten me? I’ll give you a chance to negotiate.”Trent wasn’t havi
Percival left the north city and drove straight to his villa. He steered with one hand and glanced at the rearview mirror, touching the painful, bloodied cuts on his face. Though just superficial wounds, they were tough to fade.Initially just red, by tomorrow they'd be swollen and turn purplish-blue. Aside from his face, his shoulders and legs were also throbbing with pain after Trent had brutally punched and kicked him. Just braking and steering were painfully sharp.But compared to Trent, he was off much better. Thinking about what Percival had said made him furious with himself for not hitting Trent harder, wishing he had crippled him.Just then, his phone vibrated. Percival didn't check it immediately and kept driving. It was ten at night when he got to the villa's parking. He saw a light on in an upstairs bedroom—Eulalia must still be awake.At home, Percival finally checked his phone. Seeing the number twisted his face with anger—Trent, again. It was definitely nothing good, bu