Author: Shi Liang Xiang SiMy boyfriend, Marcus Meyer, vanished without a trace a few months before our engagement. I searched for him relentlessly for the next two years, feeling like I was losing my mind.When I coincidentally ran into him at a social event, I was shocked to learn he had become a top heir in high society. What surprised me even more, was that he was with his supposed childhood sweetheart.I was consumed by anger and felt the need to take action. I excused myself when he entered the men's room and followed him. However, as soon as he saw me, he pushed me against the door and warned me to leave him alone."We didn't break up. You're still mine," I stubbornly asserted, holding fast to my conviction.He lowered his long lashes, his expression somber as he asked, "What do you want from me now? To be your lover?""Marcus, are you all right?" Clara Gray's voice came from outside, shattering our uncomfortable silence.My chest constricted, and Marcus' reaction only

5On the first day of cooking, I blew up the kitchen.Cayden wished he could kill me.He kept scolding me as he dealt with the mess I created.He was not very skilled at this kind of work.I stood pitifully on the side, helping and apologizing.The next day, I did manage to cook something, something carbonized.With a cold face, he asked me to stop.I promised that I would definitely improve.On the third day of cooking, I cooked something that looked like food but was not really edible.On the fourth day of cooking, my cooking became edible. But as picky as Cayden was, he only tried one scoop....After the seventh day of my efforts in the kitchen, he began to dine with me."Alas, you smartass, you can learn anything so quickly.""What?""I mean, my Lea is so capable. You cook pretty well now.""As long as you like it, I will put my heart into it every day from now on." I pursed my lips and smiled implicitly, but there was no real joy in my eyes.From then on, I took

9As it turned out, Marcus' idea of "starting over" was to pursue me and patiently wait for me to fall in love with him once more.Since he didn't seem to mind that I would eventually marry Arthur, I saw no reason to object either.It was a public holiday that day, and I decided to stay at home and work remotely.Dressed in a silk nightdress, I comfortably curled up on the sofa to tend to some paperwork, feeling rather lazy.The phone rang and I picked it up without even looking at the caller ID."Shall we go out for dinner?""No." I frowned and refused, only to realize the call was from Marcus.After a moment of silence, I spoke up again to make an excuse, "I'm catching a cold, feeling dizzy.""Have you taken any medicine?"The series of lies made me sound a little guilty as I said, "Yes, I have."He hung up after saying nothing more than, "Have a good rest.I was stunned for a while but quickly regained my focus and immersed myself in work once more.Upon completing my t

13Cayden spent a few days frequenting bars and clubs, engaging in flirtatious encounters with women.Afterwards, he nonchalantly addressed the media, "How could that be? Ms. Sherwood and I cannot stand each other."We had dinner that day because I wished to express my gratitude for her rare leniency towards me."I don't want her to get married and waste her energy in family life. I need a strong opponent to keep my life interesting."He played the role of the prodigal son who wouldn't return.I played the unrepentant tax collector, ruthless and aggressive.In this inverted parable, our roles felt entirely convincing.The Sherwood family and the Shultz family began to discuss the marriage details.When I was on the plane to Italy for a business trip, I bumped into Cayden, who was taking a young model on a shopping trip for luxury cars in Italy."How generous of you," I said, removing my sunglasses and teasing him."I'm not as generous as you, Ms. Sherwood," Cayden remarked.

Author: Ni Hai When I woke up, I found that I was lying next to Henry Smith, the boss of my bestie.His sleeping face was particularly gorgeous, with a high bridged nose and red lips... which might swell up from angular cheilitis."Have you not seen enough?" he asked.The man closed his eyes and frowned, sounding helpless.Realizing that I have stared at him for really a long time, I blushed a little. My legs under the quilt were trembling seriously. "You're awake. Do... do, do I leave right away, or do you want me to make you breakfast?" I asked.After a long time of silence, he slowly opened his eyes, touched his mouth and said, "Why did you kiss me so hard?""Don't let me fall in love. If I do, I'll kiss him as hard as I can."Those were my bold words before I got drunk last night. I didn't expect that I made it.I slowly and gently pulled up the quilt to cover my face. "I'm sorry. I'll pay for your medical expenses."1Henry Smith didn't accept my compensation, but he