Zoey felt a burning sensation when Laurence touched her skin. She pulled back her arm, but he had a firm hold on her. She took a deep breath and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."Laurence did not let go. He asked, "Do you have antiseptic cream at home?" Zoey could not recall whether she had antiseptic cream in her first aid kit. She shook her head. "I don't know." Now that Laurence had learned a great deal about the situation at home, he asked, "Where is your first aid kit?"As Laurence clutched her fingers, Zoey could feel his burning touch. It felt like he was setting her ablaze, and a wave of emotions swept over her.She replied, "It's in the drawer under the TV." Laurence released her hand and walked to the living room. He bent over and searched the drawer for the first aid kit. It had not been used for some time. He opened the kit and found the antiseptic cream. After checking the expiration date, he realized the cream expired a long time ago.He put the first aid kit bac
Doubt was a powerful thing. It could easily ruin a marriage. Even the strongest relationships could become fragile with a little suspicion.Before leaving, Laurence had to upset Zoey one more time. "I guess he's not coming home tonight." Zoey did not comment. She slammed the door with a bang. …The next day was a weekday. Zoey arrived at the office half an hour late. The camera and lighting set up in the workspace were not unfamiliar to her.Not long after she entered her office, Zoey received an email about her suspension. The email stated that she had been reported for taking bribes. She would be reinstated to her position once she had been cleared of the charges following an investigation.Zoey glared at the email angrily. She was infuriated by the false claims. The workplace was cutthroat. The higher she climbed the corporate ladder, the tougher the competition became. She had been reported before. Although it was a hassle, the problem was solved very quickly. Zoey sat in
Zoey took Michael's advice to heart because she was like a sister to him. He had been looking out for her for the past few days, and she was grateful. She didn't want Michael to worry about her."Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I won't get hurt again." "He's hard to read. I can't figure out what he's thinking. He's a dangerous man. Even if we put our heads together, I don't think we can outsmart him." Michael added, "We're talking about someone who can withhold your passport."Michael sighed and said, "I shouldn't have let you come back here. We were so happy and relaxed in Novarvia." At least in Novarvia, they could do whatever they wanted. The only issue was Shawn, who mostly stayed on the sidelines. Shawn wasn't a fan of Michael. "Zoey, did you know that Shawn is coming back to Northwell?" Zoey was surprised. She wouldn't have known Shawn was returning if Michael hadn't told her. Shawn hadn't mentioned it. Although they had kept in touch, the frequency was low. Zoey wa
Zoey wasn't surprised to see Laurence there. She had been on edge since her arrival, and she now felt relieved. Perhaps it had happened too many times, so the annoyance had become normal. Even the annoyance was tiring.Zoey stared at him without saying a word. Laurence broke the silence. "Are you having dinner?" Instead of looking out of place, he carried himself with ease. "Fancy running into you here. Let me buy you dinner." The wind was chilly. Zoey wanted to smirk at his lies, but she couldn't even smile. After everything she had been through, she sounded drained. "Don't you feel bad saying things like that?"As the breeze fluttered the man's loose t-shirt, he slipped his hands into his pockets and stood casually. He paused, then asked flatly, "Do you think I can deceive you with my lies?"Before Zoey could say anything, Laurence nodded and admitted he had lied. He was honest for once. "Yeah, I followed you here." His claim that the encounter was a coincidence was hard t
Zoey thought she wouldn't be able to eat, but she had a good appetite. She dug into her food while Laurence didn't touch his. This wasn't strange. Laurence rarely had a good appetite. There was nothing in the world he liked to eat.Zoey helped herself to the complimentary alcohol from the owner and poured herself a glass. Laurence watched her quietly. He wanted to stop her but bit his tongue. He knew Zoey wouldn't take his advice, so he was better off not saying anything.Zoey took a tiny sip of the alcohol. The taste was refreshing, like a fruity wine, and it did not burn her throat. So, she took a couple more sips. Laurence watched as she downed one drink after another. After a brief silence, he said, "The alcohol is strong." Zoey's head was clear, but she felt slightly dizzy. She believed Laurence was trying to annoy her. Even though she was frustrated, Zoey did not show it on her face and simply stopped talking to him."You're not paying for it. Who are you to stop me from d
Laurence grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom. He wet the towel to wipe Zoey's face. Zoey wasn't asleep yet. She was still mumbling incoherently. She suddenly opened her eyes and fixed them on the man.Laurence held his breath, and his heart skipped a beat when she looked at him. He quickly composed himself and said in a raspy voice, "What's the matter?"He wondered why she looked at him that way. Zoey reached out to touch his face. He froze as she ran her hand along his face. Her palm was warm, and her fingers were soft. She was silent, and he was quiet. Time passed. Zoey blinked. She felt like she was in a dream. Everything was blurry, and she was caught between memory and reality. She saw the young man she once loved looking into her eyes. He told her that he loved her. She felt like the world around her wasn’t real, and she couldn’t tell the difference between her dreams and reality. Zoey looked at Laurence. "Do you love me?" She had no idea who she was asking because i
Laurence lay awake for most of the night. He stared at Zoey until her mumbling stopped. She seemed to have stopped dreaming.The woman buried her face in the pillow. Her face was flushed, and her brows were relaxed. She looked peaceful in her sleep. Her pale neck was bruised all over with marks from his hands from the heat of passion. He didn't mean to lose control but he couldn't help himself.Laurence reached out to caress her face. His touch was gentle so he wouldn’t wake her. His chest tightened. The name she said in her sleep haunted him like a curse. He wanted to let it go, but Laurence couldn't shake it off his mind. Even though he didn't think Zoey had feelings for Shawn, when she whispered someone else's name in her sleep, it felt like a knife to his heart. The pain and annoyance lingered. Laurence had no idea who else she loved. It could be her young-looking husband or Shawn, who had been missing for a while now. But it could not be him.He stared at Zoey. His eyes were
Zoey took a deep breath. Her fingers trembled as she tried to button up her dress. She did not want to act differently. Even though last night's event had gotten out of hand, she had to remain calm. "I'm dressed." Laurence turned around and looked at Zoey. He then put on his clothes in front of her. Zoey couldn't believe how strong the alcohol had been. She couldn't remember how she got drunk. She had not blacked out, but she couldn't control her actions. She pulled herself together to face Laurence. She refused to mention the events of the night before. She looked calm. "Can you leave?" Laurence was more at ease than she was. He looked at her and asked, "Are you trying to get rid of me after having your way with me? You don't strike me as the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type." Zoey was still shy about the subject even though many years had passed. She choked. She couldn’t believe he would be so blunt about what happened last night. She thought adults would pretend nothing had