For sixteen long years, Eulalia Clearwater gave everything to Percival Dunraven, her first and only love, only to be cruelly pushed aside for his new infatuation. Percival believed that without Eulalia, a world of happiness awaited him, a fresh start with a new love. But when he stumbled upon Eulalia's devastating medical diagnosis, panic set in. Rushing to her side, he found her hand entwined with another's, her eyes filled with a resolve he had never seen before. "Why didn't you tell me about your stomach cancer?" he demanded, his voice trembling with fear and regret. Eulalia's response was a bitter laugh, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pain and liberation. "Didn't you wish for my early demise?" she mocked. "Percival Dunraven, in the final moments of my life, I no longer want to love you."
View MorePercival heard a scream from the bathroom and immediately rushed in. For a moment, seeing Eulalia lying on the floor felt like a heavy blow to his soul.Before his mind could even react, he had hurriedly picked her up and taken her to the nearest hospital.The medical results were not optimistic. Eulalia had always been frail, her stomach deteriorating step by step despite the use of the world's top cancer treatments which only offered relief, not a cure.The candied hawthorn had nearly cost her her life; she was allergic to hawthorn.Percival remembered how Eulalia loved those candied hawthorns, yet he had never seen her eat them.---Eulalia lay in bed and had that dream again that night, clearer than ever before. She could hear a man's voice.A man in a white shirt approached her with a candied hawthorn: "Here's a candied hawthorn for you, little crybaby. Eat it, and no more tears..."She heard it distinctly, and it was not Percival's voice.Who was the man in her dream?In a daze,
No doubt about it, Percival has a handsome face, with deep, peach blossom eyes that curl up at the corners, giving you the illusion he's deeply in love with you when he looks your way.Despite having a face that screams romance, his lips are thin. She once read online that people with this type of lips are naturally heartless, even capable of being cruel to those they love.When she mentioned that he "looks good in a white shirt," Percival's hand, which was holding a newspaper, twitched. "I look even better in a white shirt?" he asked.Eulalia nodded affirmatively.He smirked, "Then I'll wear that from now on just for you."Percival had many haute couture shirts. When he opened his wardrobe, there were actually more dark shirts, which he preferred.Eulalia couldn't help but think more when she said, "White shirts look good." It reminded her of Vincent, who often wore white.After breakfast, Eulalia found the pet backpack and zipped up Misty, who curiously snuck inside. Once Misty got
For a moment, she felt all her strength drained, as if she was nothing but a walking corpse, a hollow emptiness spreading through every corner of her body. She was anxious and her head began to ache. She thought about jumping out of the window, as if that was the only way she could meet the man from her dream.Suddenly, a hand caressed her cheek, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Had a nightmare?"Eulalia, with a sobbing voice, affirmed, "Mhm," and then she flung herself into Percival's arms, clutching the bedsheet tightly, drawing warmth from his body.She trembled uneasily, leaving Percival momentarily at a loss, "What kind of nightmare made you cry like this?""I dreamt I went to the hospital for a check-up, and the doctor told me I had stomach cancer."Fortunately, it was still dark outside, hiding the change in Percival's expression."Dreams are the opposite of reality; you had such a nightmare because you had a gastroscopy today."Eulalia just nodded in agreement.
Percival said the reason they couldn't have kids was because of him, but he always took precautions. She thought it was odd but didn't pry, worried she might hurt his pride.Eulalia put the condom on the bed, then went out to borrow a needle from Hayak... She had a gut feeling Percival was hiding something from her. If he wouldn't spill, she'd find out herself—truth can't be hidden forever.At four in the afternoon, Percival texted her that he’d be working late and not to wait up for dinner.Eulalia texted back a simple "Okay."With Percival out, Eulalia had dinner but wasn't in the mood for a walk. After sitting on the sofa for a bit to digest, she headed to the bedroom to wash up.She lay in bed waiting, and it wasn't until nine at night that she heard a car engine outside.The room was soundproof, so once the door was shut, she couldn't hear anything from downstairs.Eulalia went downstairs; Percival was already inside, lying on the sofa, looking exhausted with bloodshot eyes."Why
Eulalia had something on her mind. She initially planned to head home with Percival after work, but she felt a sudden urge to get a thorough health check at the hospital."I think I'll head back first?""Why? Didn't we agree you'd come home with me after work?""I'm feeling a bit tired and would rather sleep than hang around your office. Plus, hanging out with Misty at home beats being here."Life's really worse than a cat's, thought Percival grumpily, as he clutched the hand massaging his temples. "There's a rest area here. You could nap without being disturbed, and I'll wake you when I'm done.""I can't sleep in strange beds.""Are you sure you want to go back? Really sure?"Eulalia nodded.Seeing her determination, Percival reluctantly agreed, "Alright, I'll have the driver take you home.""No need to bother, I brought my phone. I'll just grab a cab on the road," Eulalia said, nuzzling into Percival's shoulder with a voice as sweet and playful as their cat at home.Despite her calm
Jurach let out a long sigh, wearing a 'I'm-doing-this-for-your-own-good' expression, and said, "Ma'am, 25 is the perfect age for a woman to have kids. You've seen it today, our company's full of women, and even more excellent single ladies. Naturally, there are plenty hoping to get into the boss's bed. If you don't have a child by your side now, I'm afraid other women might beat you to it, and you'll end up losing out?"Eulalia's face remained calm, but she couldn't help frowning slightly as she felt a wave of nausea.What era are we in that people still say 'use a child to secure your position'?Eulalia propped her chin and watched Jurach perform solo. She thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out why she would need to convince herself to have children."So, you want to get into Percival's bed then?""Ma'am, you're overthinking it. I'm just asecretary. I'm t
The receptionist who had just greeted Eulalia watched her leave with an increasingly mocking look in her eyes."Amena, why did you let her wait outside? What if the boss really knows her?""How could he? Didn't you see the insulated box she was carrying? Everyone knows that the boss’s lunch is prepared by his assistant. She obviously has ulterior motives."Another receptionist shook her head: "But I still think you shouldn't have sent her out. We have a waiting area right here, and didn’t she just say she was going to make a call? You should at least let her make her call first.""Are you dumb? That phone call excuse was so obvious. She’d use it to make us call, and then try to trick the boss to come down.""How could the boss be so easily fooled?""Anyway, I've already sent her out. If she gets through on the phone, she can come back in," Amena rolled her eyes.Just then, there was a "ding" from the elevator. Amena was still puzzled when she saw Oliver hurriedly walk out."Oliver, ar
Three months had passed since Eulalia came to this city, and aside from occasional stomach aches, her life was pretty normal. She even started thinking about getting a job, but what could she do with her hands? She stared at her ugly fingertips, unable to hold or grab anything, not even able to type on a keyboard. Going to work would just mean being useless.Eulalia frowned and at eleven in the morning, she took out her phone and sent Percival a text as usual, urging him to eat.After waiting ten minutes without a reply, Eulalia simply called him. The phone rang, and after five or six seconds of waiting music, someone picked up.“Madam?”“Is that Oliver?”“Yes, this is Oliver, madam. The boss is currently in an emergency meeting, and his phone is with me. If there’s anything urgent, please tell me, and I’ll pass it on to him later.”Eulalia quickly said, “It’s nothing urgent, I just wanted to remind him to have lunch.”Oliver chuckled, “Madam, reminding him to eat over the phone isn’t
When Percival goes to work, Mr. Brooks hangs out at home and chats with Eulalia, spending way more time with her than Percival does. Being a jealous guy, Percival couldn’t handle it and quickly arranged a house not too far away for Mr. Brooks to move into.Eulalia couldn’t help but laugh, “So you just shoo people away? Who’s gonna be my therapist now?”“I think you can do without it.”Still so selfish and bossy, Eulalia retorted, “You think? Last week you thought I needed therapy, and now you think I don’t? Whose body is it anyway?”They almost got into a big argument over this little thing, but Mr. Brooks calmed them down and told Eulalia she didn’t need therapy for now. His two weeks at the villa had mostly been just hanging out and chatting, except for that one time he hypnotized Eulalia.Eulalia finally made a friend close to her age and could chat away with him, a rare chance to kill some boredom, but Percival was the jealous type who just had to kill the vibe.Eulalia was furiou
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