Before returning to the ICU, Abelin said to Holly, "Bryce is here, and he just helped Aunt Priscilla pay five million dollars worth of hospital bills in advance."Holly didn't feel happy when she heard that. She wanted to say something, but after a long while, she just said dully, "I'll transfer the money back to him when I'm free."He caught something in what she had said. "Have you two… split up?"She calmly said, "Previously, Arthur kept using my mom to force me to leave Bryce. When I reunited with Yoel, his attitude toward me changed temporarily. "After he learned I wasn't Yoel's actual daughter, he hurt my mom. If I don't leave Bryce, I'm worried that Arthur might send someone to finish the job."Her voice changed slightly, and her gaze became cold. "My mom treated me like her own, and I can't be a bad daughter to her for my own relationship."She wasn't crying in pain or raging. Instead, she was speaking calmly. However, Abelin felt complicated when he heard what she had
"Alright, Mr. Gabelman Senior." Henry left the room and closed the door behind him.Arthur stared at the closed door and sighed. Then, he said to himself, "Your obsession with love isn't like me at all, you brat. If you're going to be like this, how can I let you have the company without worrying? Is that woman with such a poor background that important?"He couldn't believe that Bryce would want to cut ties with him for Holly. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Then, he grabbed another phone to call Bryce again.…Bryce coldly glanced at the incoming call and scoffed. Then, he blocked Arthur again before keeping his phone back in his pocket.Bryce held a huge container of food in his left hand and a shoebox in his right as he made his way to the hospital Priscilla was staying in. Then, he ran into Abelin, who came out to buy some food for Holly.He passed the food and shoebox to the latter. "Holly must be starving. Here are some of her favorite foods fro
After a vigorous round of lovemaking, Holly Sinclair was covered in sweat. Bryce Gabelman didn't hop into the shower like he usually did. Instead, he hugged her from behind so tightly that it seemed as if he wanted to press her into his body. Holly felt like she was going to melt in his arms. She was surprised, nervous, excited, and also a little disconsolate, all at the same time. They had been married for three years, but this was the first time he had ever hugged her like this. She felt deeply loved. Her heart thumped in her chest, and she turned around slowly. Then she tightly hugged him back with a sweet smile on her face. She was on top of the world. They remained that way for a long time. Bryce let go of her, then got dressed and sat up. He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and shook one out in a practiced motion. Then, he lit it and took a deep drag. Smoke shrouded him, and his handsome face was obscured by it. She couldn't see his expression clearly
Holly's emotions were all jumbled up, and she didn't know how to answer him.She turned around slowly and looked at Bryce. He didn't smile often, but he had a gorgeous smile when he did. It was as gentle as a spring breeze, and his eyes were as dark as ink but bright as if there were a sea of stars in them. He must be elated because he was about to be with the love of his life. Holly smiled, too, but hers was the smile of the heartbroken. "I hope you're happy, too," she said. Then, she turned and got into the car. The moment the car door closed, tears trickled out of her eyes. She felt as if old wounds had been ripped open before she could even recover from the newest blow, and it made her want to curl up in pain. The driver put her suitcase into the trunk, got in, and started the engine. Bryce watched the car speed off, and his smile stiffened as the light in his eyes grew dim.… Holly reached the Sinclair residence and entered, dragging her suitcase behind her. Priscilla Sax
Holly went out. Then, she got in the car and put on her safety belt. After a few days apart, Bryce seemed to have lost weight. His face seemed even more chiseled, and he was so handsome that it was hard to look away. Holly realized that she still loved him very much. It was impossible for her to forget him. "Here. This is a present to congratulate you on starting work." Bryce handed over a beautiful, dark blue velvet jewelry box.Holly took it and opened it. It was an antique protective amulet carved from ivory. Amulets like this were known for driving away evil. The amulet was shaped like an old man dressed in a long robe. Its features were simplistic and rough-hewn. The ivory was warm and elegant and seemed to glow. It was exquisite. Holly held the jewelry box and cocked her head to one side at him. She smiled briefly. "Why are you giving me such an expensive present?" Bryce smiled lightly and looked into her eyes. "You restore ancient paintings. It's inevitable th
Samantha's pale, tiny face looked scarily similar to Holly's. She couldn't pinpoint what was similar about them, but there was an immediate resemblance. It would take a second glance to tell them apart. When she looked closely, she saw that Samantha was the frail, feminine version of herself. She had curved eyebrows, and her forehead was wrinkled slightly. She had a button nose and a tiny mouth, and her features seemed fragile. In contrast, Holly was calm and composed, and there was resilience in her. At that moment, Holly realized that she had always been a replacement in Bryce's heart. She laughed at herself. No wonder he had promised to marry her once he saw her. This was the reason. "Bryce, y-you've come, too." Samantha's mother, Quirina Habel, greeted them with a forced smile. Her gaze sharpened as it swept over Holly. Bryce inclined his head in greeting. Quirina walked over to the bed and patted Samantha's shoulder gently. "Samantha, Bryce has come to see
Bryce was used to seeing Holly's calm, unruffled side, and it was the first time he had seen her so flustered. She looked like a spooked kitten. This was new to him. His lips curved, and he teased her, "You burrowed in here yourself. I couldn't even push you away."Holly's ears reddened. "That's impossible." His smile deepened. "I'll record it with my phone next time so that you'll have no excuses."Holly was deeply embarrassed. She hurriedly turned around and began putting on her shirt. In her haste, she didn't even realize that she had buttoned it wrongly. Bryce watched her slender figure bustle around as she put on her clothes. The image of how she had looked while she was asleep rose up in his mind. He didn't know what she had been dreaming about, but she had curled up into a tiny ball, trembling. He had pulled her into his arms and patted her, but she had murmured with her eyes closed, "Abel…"He couldn't remember how many times she had done it. How much di
The tall and skinny one fell onto the ground with a hard thump. His body seemed to contort like a ragged sack. His legs kicked out, and then his eyes closed as dark blood seeped out from under his head. The dogs in the yard barked incessantly. The bald one was about to escape the commotion when the police surged up and pressed him onto the ground. They snatched the painting from him and handcuffed him.Holly's hands were still pressed to the window frame as she stared at Bryce, who had fired the gun. She had been married to him for three years, but she had no idea that he knew how to use a gun or that he was such a good marksman. In that critical moment, a tiny deviation in speed or timing would have been a deadly blow to her.Bryce threw down his gun and strode over to her. He carried her off the windowsill and carefully took care of the wound on her neck. He hugged her tightly, and his fingers softly caressed her face, which was pale with fright. He asked gently, "You mus