With a smirk on his face, although Edward was still looking at her with his lips curved upward a little, his eyes were filled with ruthlessness. Certainly, Vivian could see that he was upset. Perhaps, he was upset since the night she said those hurtful words, so he decided to get Wade to call her as he ignored her. She should not piss him off, or at least, she should not fall into his trap to get her to infuriate him.Vivian tried her best to suppress herself and asked politely, “What are you g

Estelle paused for a second and lifted her head to look at Edward. Shocked and excited, she nervously asked, “Do you remember me, Mr. Levin?”Edward was a little tipsy, so he did not respond as he judged the girl before him while he leaned backward. Although she was dressed in a waitress’s uniform, he could easily tell that this girl with a pair of large eyes on her little face seemed very young with a childish charisma and her eyes sparkled with excitement and expectation as she fixed her gaze

The tip of his lips arched into a sarcastic smirk when he realized how ridiculous the thought was. Why would he care about what the woman thought of him? Despite that, he did not make any advances on the girl. It was not because he was suddenly stung by his conscience, but it was just that he had no interest in the fresh-faced young girl as she was not his type. He felt his eyes getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment. Then, just before he completely drifted off into slumber, a stra

Nobody could foresee what would happen tomorrow. The only thing we could be certain of was what we did today, and then accept everything that it would bring to us. After Vivian sent Noelle to the hospital to have the doctor tend to her wounds, she drove her back to her house. It was already very late, and there were very few pedestrians on the street. When Noelle got down from her car, she looked skyward and exclaimed, “Meteor! Miss Carraway, look! It's a meteor!” Vivian looked towards the d

Immediately after she hung up on the call, she punched in Wade’s phone number. Then, before he could utter anything, she ordered, “Give Edward the phone.” Wade was stunned for a little while. However, he soon came around to his senses and answered, “Mr. Levin is sleeping, so…” “Give him the phone!” she interrupted forcefully. “I’m sorry, Miss Carraway,” Wade replied once more, his voice apathetic and cold, “Mr. Levin has given me the orders. Nobody is to disturb him when he’s sleeping, not