Lizzie was tied up, unable to move. Even if she wanted to escape from the high-rise building, she was trapped.Footsteps echoed from outside. The sound of shoes on concrete indicated there were a lot of people approaching. Lizzie shrunk into a corner as the door was thrust open, and to her surprise, Charles was the first to enter."You," Lizzie looked up at him."Miss Lizzie, hello. We meet again." Charles approached her, looking down from his superior height."What do you want?" Lizzie was taken aback; she never expected it would be him.Charles crouched down to her level. "Of course, I've been thinking about you." He caressed her face gently, "I've missed this soft cheek of yours."He was ready to risk it all for her. Bruno had canceled their partnership because of her. Charles wouldn't be lenient either.Lizzie turned her face away, "Don't touch me. Take your dirty hands off me." Was this man really intending to possess her? Just because of that one meeting at the nightclub?"Miss
Lizzie struggled with all her might, but her white blouse was ripped apart, buttons scattering across the floor.Charles stared at her exposed, smooth skin, his eyes locked onto her."Bruno certainly has a good eye," Charles remarked, tut-tutting softly.Lizzie pursed her lips in anger. The way Charles was looking at her felt like an insult."It's just the two of us here. Don't be shy." Charles pulled her close into his arms, planting a kiss on her cheek. The light contact made her feel nauseous from the bottom of her heart.Just as Charles was about to rip off the remainder of her blouse, a loud commotion erupted outside.Before they could react, the wooden door was kicked down. Bruno, dressed in a black suit, stood at the entrance."Bruno," Lizzie cried out in relief. Her heart, held tight with worry, finally eased. She tried to move towards him, but Charles held her back.Charles was taken aback by Bruno's appearance. "Bruno?""So you recognize me, and yet you dare touch my woman."
Bruno gave a nod, "Alright, I understand. I'll accompany Lizzie.""But, boss, what about Adeline?" Lycan spoke up, noticing that Bruno hadn't mentioned Adeline at all."How is she?" Bruno asked flatly. Even though Adeline had taken a bullet for him, his attitude toward her hadn't changed."The details are still unclear. She's currently in surgery," Lycan reported, "What if the situation isn't promising?" Given Adeline's critical condition upon being taken to the hospital, it was uncertain if she'd survive."We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Keep a watch on her and keep me updated. Lizzie was deeply shaken by this. I need to be with her." Having said that, Bruno retreated into the patient room.Watching the closed door, Jepan murmured, "Lycan, did you notice? The boss doesn't really care about Adeline, even if she took a bullet for him. He didn't even blink.""I know. In his heart, there is only room for Lizzie. She must be scared after what happened. And if the bullet had hi
On a sunny weekend, a month later, Bruno drove with Lizzie to the orphanage.Although it was already afternoon, the orphanage was still bustling with activity. Bruno walked hand in hand with Lizzie through the sprawling garden, watching the children running around on the grass, unaffected by the heat. Among them was Adeline.Her once long hair had been cut into a stylish short style, making her look refreshed.There was a pure and genuine smile on her face, devoid of any traces of pain. She had forgotten the past, forgotten the pain she had endured. She was genuinely happy.Xu Wan approached them. "Adeline has been doing well during this time."She stood beside Bruno and Lizzie, reminiscing about Adeline's past. "Adeline used to have a strong sense of inferiority because she felt abandoned by her parents. She always wore a mask of strength and tried to distance herself from this place. But who would have thought that after all these years, she would come back completely transformed."
The presidential suite of the extravagant Kelly Hotel in New York City was dimly lit. Lizzie stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in a scarlet strapless evening gown and pushed the windows open. A brisk wind blew in, slightly sobering her.Today was her wedding day yet she felt no elation, only grasping the heart-shaped pendant on the silver necklace around her neck. Where had he gone and why no word in a year, not even a call?Lizzie smiled bitterly. Married already, what meaning in pining for him?Turning, she saw the assortment of fruit wines on the table. She went over, picked up a glass and drank it in one go. The saccharine fruity taste with a hint of wine was new to her. An ingénue with alcohol, this first drink was an education in wine's bouquet.They said overindulgence brought intoxication and in this moment she craved just that, total inebriation, then she could tell herself this was all a dream - his leaving a fantasy and her marriage a chimera. Awaking she would agai
The warm morning sun shone through the thin curtains and into the room. Lizzie opened her heavy eyelids, her blurry eyes scanning the large bedroom. He was nowhere to be found. Sitting up, she rubbed her slightly throbbing forehead. She must have drank too much last night. Hangovers really are a pain.She got out of bed and stood by the French windows. She stretched her long arms, yawning lazily. It’s a really nice day with the sun shining. She smiled slightly, thinking that if she couldn’t choose her situation, she might as well face it positively.She then entered the bathroom and freshened up. Looking into her closet, she saw mostly women’s clothing, all the latest styles. But the revealing outfits were not suitable for her. In the end, Lizzie chose a relatively conservative, pink chiffon skirt. Sitting on the sofa, she looked at the time. It was only 9 am, but she didn’t have any friends in America and didn’t know the area. She had nothing to do but sit in boredom. She flipped thr
At the elevator entrance, Bruno came to a halt. Lizzie, who had been looking down, didn't notice him stopping and bumped into his back. "Ouch!""Is there money on the ground for you to pick up?" Bruno turned around and asked her, having seen her following him closely with her head down since they turned the corner.Lizzie pouted, "Well, why did you stop all of a sudden?" She retorted.Bruno stepped back, stood beside her, and stretched out his long arm to pull her into his embrace. "How about this?""There are many people watching. Can't you be more gentlemanly?" Lizzie tried to pull his hand away but couldn't. She glared at him, annoyed."You're my wife; what's the problem?" Although Bruno said this, Lizzie didn't feel that way at all.Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Lizzie didn't say anything more, allowing him to hold her as they entered the elevator.The hotel manager who walked out of the elevator had a smile on his face and gave them an ambiguous look, nodding slightly
Bruno took the elevator back to the presidential suite on the top floor. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of the television, and Lizzie was lying on the sofa, already asleep.He took off his suit jacket and casually threw it on the single sofa next to him, entered the bathroom, changed his clothes, turned on the shower head, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom.Upon hearing the noise, Lizzie opened her eyes, saw the black suit jacket on the sofa, and wondered if he had returned? She quickly got up from the sofa, walked into the bedroom, saw the bathroom door closed, and the sound of water coming from it. She hung the suit jacket in her hand on the hanger.Lizzie sat on the sofa, waiting for Bruno to come out. She still had something to say to him.Bruno came out of the bathroom in a white robe, glanced lightly at Lizzie sitting on the sofa, and turned to leave the bedroom. "Um, that..." Lizzie hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to call him."He