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"Mrs Turner!" Within a blink of an eye, Weylin pulled his wife by her hand, hiding behind a giant rock. Slipping his fingers into her hair, he pulled her close, causing her head to rest on his chest as if he was trying to protect her from the cruel world. "Are you alright?!" The young master asked, his voice contoured with worry, cupping the back of her head gently. "Y-yes," Garaine stuttered, still in a daze because of the sudden turn of events. She could feel the loud heartbeat of her husband as if his heart would jump out of his ribcage. Subconsciously, she clutched his shirt, forming wrinkles on it. Again the gunshots were heard, making Weylin scowl.

"Brother Thomas?!" Garaine uttered, gazing at him with disbelief in her eyes. Lips curving upwards into a devious smirk, Thomas chuckled without humour. Running his fingers through his hair, he cracked his neck before his sharp gaze fell on Garaine. "Do you like my surprise, Mrs Turne-" Thomas paused. Clicking his tongue, he continued. "I mean, Mrs Smith?" "How do you know that he is not Claude Smith but Weylin Turner?" Garaine frowned, her hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, her eyes widened, brows almost disappearing into her hairline, as if she had realized something. "Don't tell me that you belong to some mafia gang!" "It looks like our sweet Garaine has hit the bull's eye," Thom

"Mr Turner…" Garaine uttered as soon as Weylin left her hand upon entering their hotel room. Weylin stopped, turning his back to his wife while the latter glanced at him, agitated. Weylin's shoulders slumped before he let out a deep breath. "Freshen up, Mrs Turner," Weylin said in a low tone, his voice contoured with compunction. Without turning his face towards her, he continued. "It's been a long day. You should get some rest." "We need to talk," Garaine asserted, clenching her fists as she could apprehend the heavy tension in the atmosphere. She could clearly sense that her husband wasn't even a bit interested in talking to her. "We can talk later," Weylin answered, turning

After the previous day's accident, Weylin decided to return to their home as soon as possible to avoid any other troubles. As an efficient leader, he couldn't risk either his life or his wife's life. Garaine was combing her long hair, getting ready to leave for England. She glanced at her husband who was struggling to button up his shirt with his bandaged hand. His fingers tried to grasp the small button but because of his injured intrinsic muscles, he couldn't properly hold the button between his thumb and index finger. Braiding her hair, she kept observing her husband, waiting for him to ask her for help, but he was so immersed in his task that he failed to notice her gaze on him. This stubborn Mr Playboy! Cannot he just ask me for help? Poor him! Just look at the struggling guy.Leer más

Garaine's eyes bulged out as soon as she realized that she was held at gunpoint. Brows knitted into a deep frown, she took a step back subconsciously. "W-who are you?" Garaine asked again, clutching onto her clothes. Judging from the masked man's eyes, she could clearly tell that he was smirking. Within a blink of an eye, he raised the gun at forty-five degrees above her head and pulled the trigger. A petrified Garaine closed her eyes tightly, anticipating the moment. Slowly, she opened her eyes when some small particles touched her skin softly like a feather. Confetti was falling on her while there was a balloon tied just above her head which was popped by the gunshot. It seemed like it was some kind of surprise welcome. She was thrown for a loop as she glanced at the man standing in front of her. Leer más

(Warning: Mention of violence, torture and blood) Getting down from his car, Weylin's calloused fingertips massaged his glabella gently, trying to relieve the splitting headache. He thought of spending some quality time with his wife, but because of the unwanted intruder, he had to compromise on his wish. "Good heavens! This headache is killing me!" Weylin mumbled, closing his eyes briefly. "Tch…Spending time with Mrs Turner is so soothing. It makes my worries disappear within a blink of an eye." Sighing heavily, he dragged his feet. "I was supposed to return home with my wife but because of that weird woman and her crazy demands, I have to return alone. Tsk tsk... it's a monotonous journey." As he walked on the path, the bodyguards, who were stand

"I think I am heading in the right direction," Shadow mumbled, her boots click-clunking against the hard floor as she walked in the dark path towards the secret room of Weylin. As soon as Weylin and his bride had left for Hawaii, she sent her spies to keep an eye on the newlyweds. Her instincts kept whispering to her that something might happen. Proving the old saying 'woman instinct never fails', that night the attack on Weylin happened. No sooner had she received the news, she secretly sent a private jet so that the assassin could be brought without any slip-up. When she thought the situation was under her control, she lost track of the assassin after the jet landed in England. Weylin's men took the charge of an assassin, hiding him efficiently from the entire world. Taking for a ride, Weylin's men secretl

"Dad?" Weylin uttered as he slowly entered his father's office. "You are already back?" A surprised Blake stood up from his chair. Walking towards his son, he smiled. "I thought you were going to spend around four to five days there. Did you enjoy the trip?" A guilt-stricken Weylin's lips slipped down in despair, feeling like he had committed a great crime. Listening to his father's gentle voice, he couldn't help but feel even more guilty. He could feel his eyes getting moist. Unable to face his father, he hung his head down. "What's wrong, son?" Blake asked, seeing his son fidgeting. He put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Are you alright? Did something happen?" "Dad, you al

Garaine was sitting on the floor with a kid on her lap. The kid was so little that she couldn't join the older kids. Instead, she sat on her favourite sister's lap, enjoying the scenario. All the other kids were sitting, surrounding her, playing different types of games. Lucia was helping the kids who were unable to do their activities. It feels so comforting. It fills my heart with warmth. Garaine thought, gently stroking the soft, fluffy hands of the kid. Suddenly, she felt a sudden emptiness in her heart as if something was missing. Unconsciously, her mind drifted somewhere else. Though she was staring at the kids, her mind wasn't there. Biting her lower lip, she wondered

"Mr Turner!" Garaine's eyes bulged out upon noticing the condition of her husband. Weylin's breathing was ragged. A sheen of sweat covered every expanse of his skin, resembling that of an athlete who took part in a marathon. His hair was dishevelled, some rebellious strands of hair falling on his forehead. Judging from his state, he was all worked up. "W-what are you doing here?" Garaine stuttered, unable to make out the situation. Rushing like a wild bull, Weylin hugged his wife. "Thank God you are safe!" Subconsciously, he tightened the hug, feeling relieved after seeing his wife in one piece. A bewildered Garaine's jaws slacked, feeling perplexed by her husband's behaviour. Her han

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