Gerard’s body was trembling as he held Ivy from behind, feeling the familiar softness of her body. He lowered his head and buried his face at the top of her head, inhaling her scent. She still has the same faint rose smell, Gerard thought.“Ivy, I’ve missed you so much,” Gerard mumbled.Gerard was so immersed in his feelings that he didn't notice that the woman in his arms had turned pale and that extreme fear was etched on her beautiful face.“Why didn't you come back to me? Why did you pretend to die? Why did you leave?” Gerard asked her a barrage of questions softly.The moment Gerard uttered his questions, the woman in his arms began struggling.Gerard was confused, yet he tightened his hold on her. “Ivy, it’s me, Gerard, your husband.”After hearing that he was her husband, he thought the woman would settle down, but she struggled even more violently until she broke free from his hold.The woman quickly but clumsily ran away from him.“Ivy!” Gerard called her and ran after her.Un

Ivy naturally knew why Mia came to her. Firstly, it was because she looked like Ivy, and Mia might want to ensure her identity. Secondly, she wanted to let everyone know that she was Gerard’s fiance. It would be beneficial for her if she were really Ivy in Mia’s mind - to stop Ivy from pestering Gerard or thinking of getting back together with Gerard.Unfortunately, Ivy would never return to the man who tried to murder her. Even being in the near vicinity of him made her so afraid. She was scared he would try to kill her again, especially if he knew Amelie was actually Ivy.“Oh, I’m sorry for being so brazen, Mrs. Morgan. I didn't mean anything by this, but you look too much like my best friend,” Mia answered Ivy’s previous question.Ivy was surprised when she heard the word ‘best friend’ from Mia’s mouth. Would your best friend sleep with your husband and have an affair with him while he was married to you? She felt Mia was insulting the word ‘best friend’.“Your best friend?” Ivy pre

William, who was used to his boss’ commands and tones, naturally knew this was an important task.He moved to the side and quickly scheduled an appointment with the Senator.Making sure he had gotten an appointment for his boss, he went back to his boss’s side and reported what the other party had said.“Boss, the Senator had already had an appointment for lunch, but he can see you during dinnertime.”Gerard was silent as he heard William’s report, but William felt a chill down his spine.Knowing how much the Boss wanted to meet the Senator to talk about Mrs. Morgan, the delay of meeting until dinnertime didn't bode well for Gerard, and William was ready to be lashed out.Gerard’s hand moved to pick up a cup, and William was ready to be hit, only to let out a sigh of relief when his boss brought it to his lips and took a sip instead.“As long as I can meet him…” Gerard muttered under his breath, but both William and North could still hear it due to their excellent hearings.“Today is

Gerard had grown increasingly impatient with each passing minute. His fingers drummed a staccato rhythm against the armrest of the luxurious lounge chair, the heavy atmosphere of the VIP room feeling stifling. His steely black eyes, accustomed to assessing situations and individuals with cold precision, pierced through the dense shroud of cigarette smoke that hung like a ghostly veil.In that dimly lit enclave of the exclusive club, North and William exchanged anxious glances. They knew all too well the tempestuous nature of their employer, and the prospect of incurring his wrath for tardiness was a prospect neither relished."Look at him," William muttered, barely audible above the sultry jazz music that filled the room. He inclined his head subtly toward Gerard, who had abruptly risen from his seat, a determined urgency in his gait as he strode toward the exit.North followed Gerard's path with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. They could not afford any delay, especially

The Senator's sleek black car glided to a stop in front of his opulent residence. The sun was descending, casting long shadows across the grand entrance. As the driver opened the car door, the Senator stepped out with an air of authority. He approached the imposing main door, his thoughts consumed by the recent deal with Mr. Huxley.Just as he reached for the doorknob, the door swung open from within, and he collided with Ella, Amelie's loyal friend. "Sorry, sir, I didn't see you coming," she stammered, visibly flustered.The Senator offered her a reassuring smile as he placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "No need to apologize, Ella. It's not your fault."Ella breathed a sigh of relief, her respect for the Senator evident in her eyes. "It's good you're here, sir. I actually have something to attend to at home, so I had to leave.""Ah, I see," the Senator acknowledged. "Well, you can go. I'm already home, and I'll look after Amelie. And thank you for always being there for my wife,