“Julian is totally an idiot,” Sebastian muttered as he swung a car key at his index finger. “Why would he think of the bastard? He must have taken advantage. The golden opportunity is already in his hands. Why would he just throw it away?” While snorting, the man pressed a button on the lock. Without any warning, a woman suddenly bumped into his shoulder. The coffee that the woman was about to drink, spilled. "Ouch!" the woman screamed because the cold liquid felt up to her chest. In just an instant, Sebastian's eyes opened wide. The thin white shirt had turned transparent. He could see two button clearly under it. "Oh my gosh! I'm really sorry, Miss. I wasn't careful enough," the man said, grabbing a handkerchief and handing it to the woman. "No, Sir. I'm the one who wasn't careful enough," the woman said as she accepted the man's gift and began to wipe. She wasn't ashamed to rub on what Sebastian wanted so badly. Noticing the two cha

“Stop lowering your head, Gaby. I'm not mad at you," Max said as he noticed the woman sitting next to him was still frowning. “But, I feel guilty. What if your words become true? Sebastian come here to avenge what I did." Hearing Gabriella's regret and concern, the man sighed and stroked her head. "It will not happen. I only scared you. After all, he doesn't know that you are involved in setting up the trap." With pursed lips and furrowed brows, the woman considered her husband's words. "But he could have traced Camilla's trail leading to Rose, then to me, then ending with you," Gabriella explained curtly. Her thoughts had been clouded by the image of Sebastian's face filled with hatred. A second later, Max kissed his wife's forehead. “Gaby, didn't you promise not to talk about Quebracha? Since Sebastian is also part of that company, how about you ignore him too?” The woman suddenly took a deep breath. “Should we buy two tasers like Mi

Gabriella closed her white piano with a bright smile. After taking a breath while staring at the blue ocean, she turned to her husband who was still busy with the  documents and laptop. "Is your work still unfinished?" the woman asked as she walked over to him. Listening to the soft voice, the man looked up and smiled back. "A little more," he said, welcoming his wife into his lap. "What are you doing?" Gabriella inquired as she scanned the sketch of a building that looked like her new home. With one hand, Max spread the papers on the table. “I tried to come up with a design suitable for this environment.” The woman spontaneously raised the corners of her lips and nodded. "It's nice. I'm sure you'll find clients soon." A second later, Max straightened his gaze at Gabriella's beautiful face. After stroking the hair that covered the woman's forehead, he narrowed his eyes. "Would you like to take another walk tonight?" Gabrie

"No ...!" Ignoring the tears blocking her view, Gabriella ran and attacked the masked man's head. She didn't have time to think of any other way to thwart the second blow. With all her might, the woman pulled the villain away from Max. "Don't hurt my husband!" she groaned, almost in despair. Unfortunately, the big man was too strong. With ease, he pushed the woman to the ground, let his black mask in her grip. Realizing that his face had been exposed, the villain snorted. However, instead of taking care of the woman, he targeted Max again. Wasting no time, the assailant again raised the bat into the air. Witnessing it, Gabriella's breath got shorter and faster. "No ...!" Without thinking, the woman threw herself to protect her husband. A second later, a heavy blow landed on her back. She immediately groaned and rested on both elbows and knees. "Get out of the way or you'll get hurt!" the attacker rebuked. Instea

With his chest shaking, Max grabbed the doorknob. Sadness and anger in his heart still clashed against each other, burning the air in his lungs. “Stop crying! Gaby can't be worried," Max thought, making suggestions. A few moments later, the man was finally able to catch his breath and put on a calm look. Having managed to remove the creases on the brows, with red eyes, he opened the door and curled his lips. Seeing her husband emerge from behind the door, Gabriella's eyes suddenly widened. Ignoring the pain all over her body, she tried to sit up straight. "Max," she sighed. Her vision was starting to blur with emotion. The closer Max was to her, the hotter her thick eyelids became. The longing and worry were almost undamaged. When her hand managed to touch the man, tears spilled from the dam. "Are you okay? You didn't hurt at all, did you?" Gabriella asked while holding her husband's shoulder and examining him carefully. A seco