"No," Luther declined; he still wanted to be the one proposing to her."Okay," Joshua agreed readily.Luther nodded, letting his mind wander. In the following days, Isabella kept checking on the progress, each time being informed that there was no opportunity to measure Luther's finger.In the blink of an eye, three days passed.Cynthia and Matthew had a conversation with Isaiah.Due to prior preparation, Isaiah handled Cynthia and Matthew's questions smoothly. Although they knew Isaiah had not been entirely truthful, based on his attitude toward Sandra, they agreed to the marriage without excessive probing into his relationship with her.As for Isabella, she waited for a few days but had not received any news. Frustrated, she decided to go to Jiverton herself to find Luther.When Joshua heard about her plan, he asked her to give him a bit more time. He assured her he would have the sizes by next Friday at the latest."Really?" Isabella was worried about running out of time.
There was a time when Isabella considered letting Luther propose to her. However, he had not shown any signs that he would or asked for her ring size. There was no need to overthink it; that fool probably had not even thought about it. Nonetheless, Isabella did not blame Luther. After all, she was well aware that everyone expressed love differently. Yet, that was also precisely why she wanted to propose to him, to make him understand just how much she cared."What's wrong?" Annie asked, concerned."I'm just worried," Isabella replied. The ring sizes had been a constant worry for her."Because of what you just mentioned?"Isabella nodded. "Yeah.""Why do you want to propose to him?" Annie looked toward a dark corner. "In most relationships, the boyfriend proposes to the girlfriend, right?""I want him to feel loved," Isabella answered simply.Luther was different from most people; he always suppressed his negative emotions and limited his freedom. He no longer wanted to restr
Isabella glared at Nick. He actually betrayed her! Caught off guard by Luther's honesty, Nick quickly explained, "Don't look at me like that. Luther forced me to do it. If I didn't agree to his request, he would've spilled my past to my current girlfriend.""Current girlfriend?" Isabella looked puzzled.Nick confessed honestly, "My new girlfriend."Isabella was at a loss for words. Nick was very handsome. His looks could rival top celebrities. Naturally, with his face and charisma, he had no shortage of admirers. That led to a habit of frequently changing girlfriends."I made my rules clear to her. No shady behavior allowed," Nick added quickly, sensing what Isabella was thinking.Hearing this, Isabella did not say much.A moment later, Luther, seeing that their conversation had wrapped up, took Isabella's hand and left. On the way back, he deliberately brought up the topic of proposals."What kind of proposal do you like?" Luther asked."Anything works," Isabella replied
It was nighttime at Sovereign Heights of Jiverton. Two people sat facing each other in the spacious and bright living room. A divorce agreement lay between them. The man, wearing a well-pressed suit, had perfect facial features and an indifferent expression. His whole body exuded a strong sense of oppression. His cold eyes fell on the silent girl opposite him, and his gaze was as dark as the midnight outside. "We'll get a divorce on Monday. Besides the compensation in the divorce agreement, you can ask for anything else you need," Joshua Neal stated firmly, and his words were cold and his voice was low. "Why so sudden?" Cynthia Yates' voice was cold. Joshua's response was simple. "Jayleen is back." Cynthia knew who Jayleen was. After a short silence, she agreed, "Okay." Joshua paused, seemingly not expecting her to agree so readily. Cynthia opened the divorce agreement, saw the densely packed words, and remembered her past with Joshua. They had met at Jiverton's Eveni
His reason was simple. That was, before Jayleen returned, he needed someone to help him deal with his family's elders. Cynthia was well-liked by his parents and grandfather, which made her the perfect candidate. Sometimes, she wanted to ask him a question. Did she look like a fool? Otherwise, why would Joshua assume she would be willing to help him and his elders conceal his affair? Now that he had suddenly brought up divorce, her chest felt tight. Even after half a year of mental preparation and knowing he was a scumbag, she still could not help feeling emotional. She exhaled, walked over to the sofa, sat down, and took out her phone. Cynthia opened WhatsApp and found a contact saved as 'Little Jerry'. She opened the chat that she had not used in two years and typed a message. [Look into whether Neal Group has been facing any difficulties recently, and Joshua…does he have a terminal illness?] Immediately after sending the message, she received a reply. [Little Jerry: !!!!][L
"Mr. Neal, should I book a restaurant?" Mr. Cheyne asked after careful consideration. Joshua pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "No need for that." He knew Cynthia was venting her frustrations. If spending money made her feel better, he would let her do so. Just as he said this, another payment notification arrived on his phone, a purchase worth over four million. Mr. Cheyne and the four bodyguards kept their eyes to themselves, not saying a word, accompanying him silently. Cynthia came out after making her purchases. The jewelry was naturally handed to Mr. Cheyne, who had his hands free. Just as she was about to continue shopping, Joshua's phone rang. His irritated mood eased a little when he saw the caller's name. His furrowed brow relaxed, and he answered the call with an exceptionally gentle voice, "Jayleen." Mr. Cheyne and the four bodyguards were speechless. Had he forgotten that Mrs. Neal was still here? "Mr. Neal, Jayleen had a car accident on her w
Seeing this, Mr. Cheyne quickly came over, took the keys, and assumed the driver's role. Cynthia opened the passenger door and sat down, not looking at Joshua again for the entire journey. Mr. Cheyne was apprehensive, fearing that Cynthia might blurt out something shocking later. He hesitated. "Mrs. Neal, you..." "Drive." Cynthia's voice was light but cold. Mr. Cheyne glanced at the rearview mirror, and seeing that Mr. Neal had no reaction, he drove out of the parking lot in silence. The atmosphere inside the car was so heavy that Mr. Cheyne felt as if he were being suffocated. Neither Mr. Neal nor Mrs. Neal seemed inclined to speak, and an icy chill emanated from both of them. While he understood Mr. Neal's temperament, Mr. Cheyne could not figure out why Mrs. Neal, who had been in a good mood just moments before, was now so cold. He kept his concerns to himself. Joshua sat in the back seat, his gaze uncontrollably drawn to the silent Cynthia in the passenger seat. He
Jayleen looked at Joshua and said something ambiguous, "I'll listen to Joshua's orders." "Joshua, are you willing to show me?" Cynthia's beautiful eyebrows lifted slightly. Joshua looked at her feigned innocence and, without saying much, picked up a phone from the table, opened WhatsApp, and handed her the conversation after scrolling through the chat history. Cynthia took it and read the contents. [Mrs. Neal: If you help me get rid of Jayleen, I'll pay off your debt and give you another hundred thousand.][Driver: How do I know you'll keep your word?][Mrs. Neal: I'm Joshua's wife; a hundred thousand is nothing to me.][Driver: I'll trust you this time, but if you back out, I'll make a scene at Neal Group!][Driver: Send me a photo.][Mrs. Neal: Picture][Mrs. Neal: Make it clean.] Cynthia finished reading and asked, "That's it?" Joshua looked down at her, searching for a hint of panic on her face but found none. "That's it." Cynthia returned the phone, calmly anal