When Zoey received the messages, she was enjoying the breeze in the meadow. Her troubles seemed to wash away there. She gazed into the distance against the wind. Cows and sheep were grazing in herds on the grassland far away. The vast piece of land seemed to broaden her perspective. Zoey had never felt so free before. She didn't have to think about her troubles or feel conflicted about her past and future. All that mattered was her appreciation of the scenery. Claire was glad to finally see a smile on Zoey's face. She had felt Zoey's exhaustion from the second she’d arrived. She didn't want to talk to or get to know anyone. She kept everybody at arm's length. "What do you think? It's quite a picturesque place, don't you think?" "It's beautiful." As the wind whipped her hair, the woman spread her arms and closed her eyes. She embraced the gentle breeze. She said, "This is the second most beautiful scenery I've seen." Claire asked curiously, "Oh? Where's the prettiest place?"
Zoey had no idea that Laurence had been staying in the room opposite hers. The rooms in the bed and breakfast had keypad locks. It was more secure. Zoey opened the door to the room. Laurence's room was clean and tidy. It felt as if no one had stayed there. His suitcase was next to the closet, and his clothes were hung in the closet neatly. She grabbed a few extra clothes and stuffed them into a paper bag. She walked out of his room with the bag in hand. Coincidentally, Zoey bumped into Claire in the hallway as she closed the door. Claire had come upstairs to invite Zoey to the lobby for drinks and an open mic. She wasn't expecting to find Zoey coming out of another room. Zoey's face went red. She could feel the burn in her ears. It was as if she was a thief getting caught red-handed. She was embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to bury herself in. She explained, "I’m just grabbing some things." Claire let out a smile that spoke volumes. "I get it." She had been in an on-agai
Laurence ordered light Southern cuisine that was easy on the stomach. The food delivery was quick and took less than half an hour. The dinner was warm in an insulated food container when it was delivered. Laurence always had a poor appetite. Injured or not, he could only eat a small amount of food. He would probably never change his picky eating habits, even if he was on his deathbed. Zoey liked the food as she was from the south. She preferred Southern cuisine, but she couldn't eat much because she had had dinner. After dinner, the man asked casually, "Is it beautiful in the meadow?" Zoey was surprised by the question as they never really had calm conversations. Tonight, they were at peace for once. She remembered the vast grassland she saw that afternoon. "It's beautiful." She had taken many photos but didn't post any on social media. She rarely shared anything online. Zoey hadn't been keen on sharing her life updates for a long time. She didn't like to put her life and mood
Maybe the public didn't expect William Knope of Harborville to be serious about Sarah, given her reputation. A few years ago, someone had dug up dirt on Sarah online, and respectable figures with money had shunned her ever since. Sarah had become quite the talk of the town and for all the wrong reasons. There weren't many saints in the world. People were self-serving and enjoyed seeing others fail. Everyone loved a good story about others falling from grace. Sarah seemed to have gotten a fresh start. She no longer had to scrimp and worry about money or pawn off her few remaining pieces of jewelry. At least she could keep up appearances again. She had finally managed to grab a lifeline, so of course, she wasn't going to let go of it. She could revisit her plans for the future once she had a firm footing.Zoey looked at the photos in the online article. There were a few blurry photos of Sarah's back, none of which showed her face. Zoey found the article uninteresting after reading i
The woman's fever wouldn't go down. Her face flushed red. She opened her trembling eyes slowly. They appeared misty and unfocused, and her vision was blurred. It seemed like she couldn't quite hear what Jason was saying. All she could see through her blurred vision was his calm face. He pushed her away, but she clung to him again. Jason's body stiffened. He didn't dare move. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Although she was sick, she had strength. She pressed her burning-hot face against his neck as warm tears flowed down her cheeks. She thought she was in a dream, which took her back to the past. She didn't need to hide or pretend anymore. She said, "I've missed you so much."Her words rang in Jason's ears clearly. He felt them tingle and became numb. He used all his might to avoid losing control. Soon, the surging heat in his chest gradually subsided. He regained his composure. Slowly, he released her arms. His expression was blank. He said indifferently, "Y
The mist surrounded them.Zoey's features looked fair under the fog in the room. Her lips were moist and glistening. They looked like water-coated jelly emitting a sweet fragrance.It sounded like Laurence was seeking her permission. But he obviously had never listened to her opinions or heeded her words in such matters. Before she could voice her refusal, he had already pressed down upon her. His kisses were always dominant and intense. It was as if he wanted to consume Zoey's breath and engulf her entirely. It was intense and overwhelming.She was forced to tilt her slender and fair neck. Zoey gradually lost her strength in this unexpected kiss. Laurence gripped her waist and prevented her from collapsing due to her weak legs.Her attempts to push him away inadvertently turned on the faucet of the bathroom sink. The flowing water was like a river. Its sound was gentle and soothing. The water splashed onto their clothes and faces, soaking their garments.Zoey's body went limp.
Laurence knew his impulsive actions had angered her. He expected her to be upset, but he never thought she would get this angry.Did Zoey really find him that repulsive? She seemed so disgusted whenever he touched her that she would tear his heart out and chop it into pieces.He couldn't quite describe his current feelings. It was beyond words. He felt a strange sense of fulfillment seeing his reflection in her eyes. But it was accompanied by an unending ache. It hit him in waves and was difficult to soothe.Laurence's complexion was already quite pale. He was at his most vulnerable after the injury and surgery. The pain from the torn wound was hitting him.He gazed at Zoey steadily. His black eyes reflected an indescribable sadness and sorrow. He seemed heartbroken.Laurence opened his mouth. With a hoarse voice, he said, "I'm sorry."All he could say was sorry. It wasn't to brush her off or appease her anger. He really meant it. Laurence was aware of his own despicableness,
Zoey had already fallen asleep. She didn't hear anything at all. The night was so quiet that they could hear each other's breaths. These brief moments of tranquillity felt like stolen treasures. Once morning broke, the dream would come to an end. Laurence had slept enough during the day, so he wasn't feeling sleepy. In the dim moonlight, he could see the person in his arms quite clearly. She must have been exhausted. Otherwise, she wouldn't sleep so soundly by his side.The moonlight cast its silvery glow upon the woman's face. She looked gorgeous even in her sleep. Her long eyelashes resembled the delicate and gracefully curved wings of a butterfly. Her face was petite, and she seemed insecure under the covers. It was as if the covers would protect her from nightmares.Laurence gently ran his fingertip between her brows, hoping to soothe any uneasiness in her dreams. But then he chuckled to himself. He realized that perhaps he was the cause of her nightmares.Soon, the next d