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Genevieve retorted, "Don't you have hands?"

"Mommy, you have hands too, but you don't eat on your own either." Amanda sniffled and said indignantly, "You used to fly back to meet Daddy quite often. On the other hand, I only got to meet Daddy today." "That's not true. Didn't he accompany you when we went to Horbah to ski?" Genevieve protested.

Amanda cocked her head to a side and asked, "Really? Why don't I remember that?"

"Yeah." Genevieve lowered her head and ate her beef pie. Then, she turned to Armand and asked with a mouthful of food, "Didn't you go to Horbah?"

Armand appeared quite defeated as he said, "You might want to think that over."

Genevieve then recalled that Armand actually went to Rodunst as Bruce to film his movie back then, and they met by chance at the skiing venue. Hence, it was true that Amanda had not met him before. "We did bump into a very handsome uncle at the skiing venue," Amanda said. "He spent the day playing with us."

However, she hurriedly explained herself, "Daddy, even though the uncle was a really handsome celebrity, I still think you're the most good-looking man! You have to be careful of that handsome uncle, though. He likes Mommy a lot."

Genevieve was amused by her daughter's words and leaned against Armand's arm, giving the latter a sideways glance. "Have you heard your daughter's warning? A lot of handsome men like me, so you have to work harder to keep me."

Armand lowered his head and pecked her on the cheek as he smiled. "I'm going to spoil you until no one else will be able to tolerate you."

"Sir, since when did you turn this bad?" Genevieve teased.

Amanda widened her eyes at them in curiosity when she heard Genevieve calling Armand that. "Mommy, why are you calling Daddy "Sir"? Genevieve patted her daughter's cheek and said, "This is my special name for him."

Amanda mumbled a response and stretched out her arms to hug Armand. In an indignant manner, she grumbled, "Daddy, I want a hug too. Are you not going to love me because you love Mommy?" "You are my little girl, Mandy. Of course, I love you too." Armand encircled Amanda in his embrace and said, "What do you want to eat? Let me get it onto your plate."

Then, the little girl pointed at the beef pie and meatballs.

Knowing that her daughter needed some alone time with her father, Genevieve went back to her seat. Meanwhile, her son was eating in an elegant manner. Genevieve picked some food for him and said, "Sweetie, I love you."

"I don't want it," Lucian declined with furrowed brows. "I am used to eating on my own."

"Come on, this is how I show my love for you." Genevieve proceeded to feed Lucian. "Even though I did not make this, don't you feel happy that I'm feeding you? I love you so much, Sweetie!" Lucian was rendered speechless.

Genevieve's way of showing her motherly love felt overbearing to him.

Meanwhile, Amanda burrowed herself in Armand's embrace and enjoyed the food that the latter was feeding her. She looked adorable with her mouth stuffed with food. "Daddy, you cook so well, but the taste... I feel like I've tasted it before..."

"Oh! I remember it now!" Amanda's eyes glinted. "When we went out for new year's dinner, the restaurant's food tasted just like yours! Oh, I remember that one time when Mommy cooked a steak that tasted so bad Uncle Cooper had to order takeout. I remember that food was really delicious, and it tasted just like this too!"

Genevieve was taken aback as she turned to look at Armand. "I thought you learned from the chef at Golden Restaurant. So, you were actually the one who cooked it?"

Armand confirmed her surmise. "I knew how picky you are with your food. Takeout food will never be to your taste."

"I want to have a boyfriend who cooks as well as Daddy!" Amanda exclaimed. "Then I will ask him to cook delicious food for me every day."

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Armand turned solemn at Amanda's mention of a future boyfriend.

He unshelled a prawn, fed her, and said gently, "Mandy, I do hope I can accompany you longer. You don't have to grow up so quickly. That way, I may continue to cook whatever you like for you. You have to remember that people out there are evil. They're really good at lying. You're only going to be safe and sound under my protection. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Amanda nodded seriously.

Armand smiled and continued to feed his daughter. "Isn't my cooking the best? Nobody else can beat me, right?"

"Yes, it's so delicious!" Amanda said animatedly. "Your cooking is better than Michelin-starred chefs!"

"Of course. I shall be your personal chef from now on, Mandy."

Amanda made no mention of looking for a boyfriend after Armand's indulging remarks. After all, Armand was handsome and rich, not to mention he was really good at cooking too. Nobody else would be able to surpass her father.

By the end of the meal, Amanda was so stuffed that she lay on the couch and caressed her full belly.

Meanwhile, Armand took all the utensils to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. All of a sudden, he felt a bit dizzy as he choked on the sharp stench of blood in his throat.

He scrambled to steady himself against the kitchen island. After he took a deep breath, the dizziness finally went away.

"Mando," Genevieve called out as she padded into the kitchen.

Armand managed to suppress the discomfort that he felt and turned to look at Genevieve. By then, he had already eased his furrowed brows.

"Hm?"

Genevieve circled her hands around his neck and pursed her lips coquettishly. "You've never sweet-talked me before. I thought it was because you didn't know how to. Apparently, I was dead wrong. You were suave when you doted on your daughter, huh?

"I am yours, and you may summon me anytime." Armand kissed her on the lips and said, "Mandy has just reunited with me, and yet she's already mentioned looking for a boyfriend. How could I not feel jealous about it? I really hope she can stay by my side forever. Which scoundrel deserves my daughter, hmm?"

Amused, Genevieve let out a chuckle.

Armand kissed her again and took out an orange from the fridge. He washed the orange and cut it into slices as he said, "Let me be done with the dishes first. I'll join you guys in the living room later." "Sure." Genevieve took the plate of oranges and went to the living room.

Genevieve beckoned at Amanda after going to the living room and whispered a few words into the latter's ear. The little girl then sprung up from the couch and hurried to the bedroom. When Armand came into the living room, he noticed that Amanda was carrying a violin case in her arms.

Genevieve took over the violin case and placed it on the floor before opening it up. There was a brown-colored violin in it. It looked brand new, and judging by the looks of it, it had not been played for quite some time.

"This is such a pretty violin!" Amanda's eyes glinted. "Mommy, did you buy this?"

"It's a gift from Mr. Sullivan. It's called Night Breeze." Genevieve caressed the violin in her hand and passed it to Amanda. "It's yours now."

Lucian recognized the violin at first glance. "This is Master Emeti's favorite violin. It's priceless."

"Oh, that's right!" Amanda turned the violin sideways and noticed the name of the violin maker carved onto the violin.

"Mommy, I love you!" She then dashed over into Genevieve's embrace and showered the latter with kisses, saying, "I'm going to win so many awards with this violin and make you and Daddy proud!" Genevieve was all smiles after listening to her daughter's proclamation. "Sure, your daddy and I shall await the day."

Amanda started to take the old strings apart and replaced them with new ones in an adept manner. Then, she tuned the violin and said, "Lucian, go take your harmonica out. Let's form a band and play some music so that Daddy can invite Mommy for a dance. What do you say?"

"Lucian knows how to play the harmonica?" Armand sounded pleasantly surprised. “And here I thought you had inherited my tone-deaf genes."

Lucian mumbled an affirmative response proudly as he went into his room to retrieve his harmonica.

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After discussing with Lucian, Amanda settled on a piece of romantic classical music. As the music played, Genevieve placed her hand into Armand's large palm, allowing him to put his on her waist. The both of them started to dance slowly around the living room.

Armand touched his forehead against hers. There was no one else in his eyes except her. "In the past, I had never dared to imagine that I would ever have such a blissful life like this."

The earlier years of his youth were filled with a sense of loss and emptiness, and his heart had always been as hard as a rock. He had never once thought that he would meet a woman who would love him to bits and that they would have two adorable children together.

Genevieve had given him her all, allowing his world to be filled with color and hope for the future.

With a soft laugh, Genevieve replied, "We will make you feel even more blissful in the future, not to mention more tired from having to make breakfast for us every day, send the kids off to school, and bring us out. Are you willing to do that?"

"I wouldn't wish for anything else." Armand looked at her lovingly.

After dancing for a while, Amanda brought over a small box and gave it to Armand before running off to dim the lights.

"All right. You can get down on one knee now, Daddy."

Armand opened the box to find a pair of silver rings inside. They looked vaguely familiar.

When Genevieve noticed it, she made a sound of realization as she remembered where the rings were from. "I think you won these at the jewelry store on the old street."

"Was it from a game of checkers?" Amanda asked. She had discovered the pair of rings by chance when she went to look for the violin in her mother's room. "Lucian still hasn't been able to defeat Daddy's high score!"

"I already managed to do it the day before yesterday," Lucian quickly defended himself.

"Oh, that's not important." Amanda waved her hand dismissively as she grinned at Armand. "Hurry up and give Mommy the ring, Daddy. Once she wears it, the other handsome men won't dare to pursue her anymore."

Armand recalled how he had given Genevieve a ring but did not officially propose to her.

Now, with their two children as witnesses, Armand got down on one knee in front of Genevieve and looked up at her. "Will you marry me, Darling? And live happily ever after with me?" His eyes were soft as he looked at the love of his life.

"Our children are nearly five years old now. What do you think?" Genevieve playfully scoffed as she extended her hand.

Armand took out the ring and placed it on her finger before Genevieve did the same for him.

She raised her hand to take a look at the silver band. "You'd better start saving. I want a twenty-carat emerald ring in the future.”

"Okay." Armand pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "I'll scour the Earth for the prettiest emerald just for you."

Amanda ran over adorably and grabbed onto Armand's leg. "Daddy, it's all thanks to Lucian and me for preparing such a romantic proposal for you."

Armand chuckled as he carried his daughter up. "Then how should I thank you, Mandy?"

"I want to have barbecued food at the beach tomorrow." Amanda added after a brief moment, "You have to help me pick up lots of beautiful shells and catch a turtle for me."

"You've got it." Armand then turned to Lucian and asked, "What about you, Lucian?"

Lucian fell into deep thought before looking up at his father. "I don't need you to play with me. I just want four large battleship models."

"Wow. Why don't you just ask for a helicopter if you're aiming that high?" Genevieve sarcastically said in a playful manner.

"I do want that, but I'm too young to operate it." Lucian waved his hands as he looked at his mother innocently.

Armand laughed happily. "All right. I'll go and buy it for you in a while. When you turn ten, I'll gift you a helicopter. How about that?" Lucian's eyes instantly lit up in glee as an adorable smile appeared on his face. "Thank you, Daddy!"

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In the afternoon, Armand and Genevieve stayed at home and played with the kids. They had fan playing hide-and-seek and guessing games, and Armand ended up with a face full of ink from a marker. Amanda giggled nonstop when she saw him.

When dinnertime rolled around, Armand cooked steak for them.

"It's amazing to have you here, Daddy. We won't have to eat Mommy's burnt cooking anymore," Amanda gushed with her cheeks puffed out, filled with food.

Genevieve teased, "I'll be in charge of cooking tomorrow at the beach, then."

"No!" A look of horror appeared on both Amanda's and Lucian's faces.

At ten o'clock at night, Genevieve carried Amanda into the shower and helped her wash up. Once she was done, she came back and noticed that the lights in the living room were still on. It turned out that Armand was keeping the kids' toys away.

"Since she made this mess, just let her clean up tomorrow," Genevieve said.

"It's all right. I'm helping my daughter anyway, not outsiders," Armand replied. "I like doing this."

After Armand put away the toys and washed his hands, Genevieve opened her arms toward him. He walked over to her and kissed her before carrying her toward the bedroom. "This condominium is too small. Let's move to Swallow Garden in a few days."

Genevieve hummed in agreement as she massaged his neck. "Is it tiring to play with the kids, Sir?" she asked after kissing him once more.

"Not at all. I'm more than willing to live like this with you and the children every day." Armand looked down at her and smiled.

After entering the bathroom, Genevieve did not want to let Armand go and tilted her head to kiss him. The latter carefully placed her on top of the counter beside the sink while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

They continued until the early hours of the next day. Only then did Armand clean Genevieve up, help her put on her nightgown, and carry her to bed.

"Sir..." Genevieve trailed off as her arms were still firmly wrapped around Armand's neck and snuggled up to him.

Armand turned off the lights and lay down on the bed with Genevieve in his arms, lowering his head and kissing her on the forehead. "Go to sleep. I'm right here." Genevieve hummed softly.

After a long while, Genevieve's even breathing could be heard.

Armand glanced at Genevieve before gently pulling her arms away from his neck. He then pulled the covers over her and got out of bed to put on his clothes.

The moment Steven received the call, he quickly rushed over to Regality Gardens, where he found Armand sitting in the car with a pale face.

"What's wrong? Where's Mrs. Faulkner?" he asked worriedly.

"It's just a small cough. I don't want her to worry." Armand threw the keys to Steven before the former suddenly coughed a few times. "Don't call Timothy. Bring me to a private hospital." His voice was already slightly hoarse.

Steven did not ask any more questions and quickly started the engine, rushing Armand to the private hospital.

After having breakfast the next day, Armand prepared everything and personally flew Genevieve and the kids to the beach in a helicopter.

"You're so cool, Daddy. Is there anything that you don't know?" Amanda said excitedly.

"Yes. I don't know how to fly a plane." Armand chuckled. "When you and your brother grow up, I'll teach you two how to fly a helicopter." Amanda cheered happily. "I also want to learn diving and see the big sharks swimming at the bottom of the ocean!"

"Those big sharks wouldn't even want to look at you," Lucian retorted coldly.

"You're so mean!" Amanda punched him with her tiny fists. "You're so rotten on the inside. No one will want to be your girlfriend in the future!"

"That's hard to say." Genevieve looked back at her daughter. "I have a girl in mind for Lucian."

"Really?" Amanda's eyes were wide open as she instantly started to whine, "Mommy, could you find a boyfriend for me, too? He has to be more handsome and better at cooking than Daddy!" Armand reached out for Genevieve's hand and bit her finger lightly. "Are you trying to break them up from fighting or to make me angry?"

"Of course, I'm trying to break the fight up." Genevieve started laughing heartily.

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After landing the helicopter nearby the beach, Amanda changed into a floral swimsuit. While holding a pail, she ran on the beach barefooted.

Since the sun was rather unforgiving, Genevieve was afraid that her skin would get burnt. Hence, she lazed on a beach chair and drank her watermelon juice.

She then watched Armand running around the sandy beach with Amanda sitting happily on his shoulders. After that, he took a pail and followed Amanda around to dig up seashells.

At some point, Lucian accidentally kicked some sand toward Amanda's body. She yelled out and chased him around.

Genevieve felt blissful when she saw the events unfold before her eyes. However, she soon remembered the conversation she had in the private room the other day. Charice sounded despicable, and Jack seemed calm. Lilian said she had already returned to Dartan. I wonder if Jack had followed her there.

That evening, Armand set up the barbecue pit before taking the skewered meat and vegetables out of the cooler. After a while, the smell of barbecue wafted in the air. The family sat together and had a delightful meal.

Amanda had even gotten on her feet and danced with Armand happily.

They set up tents under the starry night sky and slept there. The next day, Armand flew the kids to an amusement park.

The amusement park had a futuristic theme. Even Lucian, who was never fond of amusement parks, was delighted. He was so happy that he won a bunch of dolls for Amanda.

On the third day, they flew to the biggest zoo in the country to check out all the animals they could only see in their books prior to the trip.

On the fourth day, they went to the biggest oceanarium in the country.

Their exciting trip continued for the next few days.

Within a week, Armand brought the kids to all the fun places in the country.

The kids were over the moon. Every day, they would just ask Armand where he planned to bring them the next day.

Genevieve could not hold it anymore. She drove them to Cooper's and said, "Your daddy and I have things to attend to. Stay with Uncle Cooper for a few days!"

When she got back into the car, she glared at Armand aggrievedly. "The kids aren't going away, okay? You can spend time with them all you want in the future. Now, you have to spend time with me. I'm the person who needs you the most."

Chuckling softly, Armand leaned toward her and kissed her on her lips. "Well then, Mrs. Faulkner, where would you like to go?"

Giving it some thought, the woman replied, "There's an auction next Monday, and they have a diamond necklace I like."

"Okay. We shall go there, then." Armand helped her fasten the seat belt and smiled. "They're also organizing a fashion week in Marsingfill next week. Would you like to go there to shop?"

"Sure." Genevieve smiled and added, "I might go on a shopping spree, okay? Make sure you bring enough money."

Armand smiled faintly and answered, "Roger that, Love!"

As Armand didn't want to tire Genevieve out, he had gotten Steven to inform the country's aviation department before flying to Livingsfill in their private plane. After accompanying Genevieve to the auction, they had a meal at a restaurant in the tallest building in the world.

The next day, they went to Marsingfill for the fashion week. When they were there, he bought Genevieve everything she liked.

Armand suddenly realized the advantages of his wealth when he saw how happy Genevieve was during the shopping spree. He could afford everything his wife wanted.

After dinner, they went back to their presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel. Pinning her against the floor-to-ceiling window, he held her face and kissed her deeply.

The kiss was so passionate that she felt her body weaken. When the floor-to-ceiling window was not enough to support her, she wrapped her arms around Armand's waist. "Darling, look into my eyes." Armand lifted her chin so that she could raise her gaze toward him. "What do you see in them?" he asked.

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Genevieve blinked and looked deep into his eyes. "I see myself in there."

"Yes. You're right." Armand smiled. He then led her hand into his shirt and placed it on his chest. "My heart beats for you, and it's telling you how much it loves you." Letting out a laugh, the woman replied, "Where did you learn all these cheesy words from? They're working on me, though."

Armand kissed her and said, "I love you."

"Yes. I know." Genevieve stood on her tiptoe and kissed him with all the love and affection she had for him. They ended up in each other's tight embrace.

Meanwhile, in a high-end condominium in Jadeborough, Sylvie had just woken up from a nightmare as she suddenly sat up in shock.

The young man sleeping next to her woke up as well. Leaning toward her, he asked, "Do you still feel unwell?"

He then reached out his hand, wiping the sweat off Sylvie's face.

Confused, Sylvie only recognized the man after staring at him for a good ten seconds. In a hoarse voice, she asked, "Why are you here?"

"You fainted yesterday afternoon during filming. Your temperature was through the roof, so your assistant sent you to the hospital to get treatment." Zayne took a jacket from a chair and wrapped her up. "After that, you called me."

Sylvie vaguely remembered how unwell she felt last night due to the fever. As her head was buzzing, she randomly called someone. When she returned home after getting treatment, the person she called had even made dinner for her. I didn't know Zayne was the person I called.

Sylvie put on the jacket and got out of bed hurriedly. While pushing him out the door, she said, "I'm fine now. You should leave."

"You still look pale to me." After getting pushed all the way to the entrance, Zayne turned toward her and said, "I'm worried about you. Let me stay the night and leave tomorrow morning." "That's not necessary. Leave!" Sylvie roared, pushing him out the door with all her might.

Confused, Zayne could not figure out why she was suddenly mad at him. Right before the door was closed shut, he blocked it with his hand, resulting in the door clamping his hand. Zayne was in so much pain that he had to take a deep breath.

Stunned, Sylvie instantly opened the door and scolded, "Are you crazy! Didn't I ask you to leave? Why did you block the door with your hand?"

Within a few seconds, Zayne's fingers were all swollen.

Not wanting Sylvie to see them, he quickly hid his hand behind his back. "Okay. Rest well. I'll get your assistant to bring you breakfast tomorrow. If you're still feeling unwell, feel free to call me." Sylvie pretended as if she didn't hear him and closed the door hurriedly.

Once the door was shut, she slumped to the floor, and she felt as if every bit of energy in her body had been drained out of her. Immediately after that, tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably. When Zayne sent her to the hotel the last time around, she was determined to seduce him so that she could get his support. She thought that after marrying into the Zeigler family, no one would dare to bully her anymore.

However, she realized how innocent Zayne was after spending some time with him. Even worse, he had fallen for her for real, and his feelings for her were pure.

The more she knew realized this, the less she wanted to use him.

I'm such a broken person. I don't have a childhood, nor do I have a future. In fact, my world is filled with darkness. In order to get to the top and not get bullied, I'm willing to sacrifice everything. I have blood on my hands, and my body is far from pristine. I would stuff myself with aphrodisiacs and painkillers every time before I had sex with those men. Now, there's a man who truly loves me and wants me. Heck, I might even have feelings for him. This is frightening. Being the broken person I am, do I deserve someone's affection?

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Sylvie hugged her knees and cried silently. That was when she recalled seeing Zayne's reddened and swollen fingers. Right then, her heart ached for him.

After a while, she stood up and looked through the peephole, only to find Zayne still standing outside.

Before she could react, her hand had already reached out to open the door.

When Zayne turned toward her, she asked, "Didn't I ask you to leave? What are you still doing here?"

"I'm worried about you. Since it's already five in the morning, I thought I should just leave when your assistant arrives." Zayne then noticed her puffy and reddened eyes. Instantly, he looked concerned as he asked, "Why are you crying?"

Sylvie simply wiped the tears off of her face and said, "Don't mind me. Come on in."

She would always get injured when she filmed, so she used to keep cold medications and medicines for bruises in her condominium and minivan.

After finding the swelling and pain-relieving spray from the first aid kit, Sylvie went to the living room, spraying the medication on Zayne's reddened and swollen fingers.

"I'm sorry," Sylvie uttered softly.

"It's all right. I was careless." Zayne pursed his lips. His heart was fluttering when he felt Sylvie's delicate touch.

Zayne kept his head lowered and stared at Sylvie the whole time. When she was about to get up, he suddenly grabbed her and sat her down on his lap. In order to stop her from getting away, he wrapped his arm around her waist tightly.

"I like you." Zayne looked into her eyes and added, "This is not sympathy. I really like you, and I want to be with you."

Having endured all those years in the entertainment industry, Sylvie knew long ago that Zayne was into her. Now that she had directly received his confession, her mind was a mess.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her anxiousness and said, "I'm not the one for you—"

"How would you know that if you've never given it a go?"

"I don't have to. In terms of age and all the other factors, we're not suitable for each other." Sylvie pushed his hand away. "You should leave."

Even so, Zayne pulled her back into his embrace. This time around, he hugged her from behind and placed his head on her shoulder. "So what? Didn't I take care of you when you got injured during filming and when you were moody? I'm much more mature than men in their thirties. I can take care of you."

"Zayne, let go of me." The more he confessed his feelings to her, the more she was reminded of how filthy she was. "You should be loving women like Faith instead. They're the ones who are worthy of your love."

Zayne kept mum and continued hugging her. No matter how much Sylvie struggled, he just wouldn't let go.

Finally getting tired, the woman gave up struggling.

While feeling Zayne's breaths on her neck, her eyes turned watery again. In a cold tone, she uttered, "Do you think I was really into you? I was just using you. I wanted to use you as a backer. I made Stella up, and I don't even know your aunt. However, the story I've told you is true, and I'm that girl in the story. I was the one who killed Armand's cousin. In fact, I've also killed those who posed a threat to me."

She paused for a while before continuing, "The second time General Zeigler suspected me and asked for a blood test again, I also thought about killing him. I'm a heartless person who's willing to do anything for fame and fortune."

Zayne froze, and he slowly raised his head.

Crying uncontrollably, Sylvie added, "The videos you saw were all real. I've slept with all of them. In the hotel, on the cruise ship, and everywhere else. I'm full of lies, and I'm even filthier than the women in the red-light district."

Gritting her teeth, Sylvie stood up and took a few steps forward. With her back facing Zayne the whole time, she said, "I'm not worthy of your love and sympathy, so leave."

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For a long while, she didn't hear a response after she was done talking.

Pursing her lips, Sylvie tasted her bitter tears. When she turned around, she was suddenly engulfed in a hug.

Zayne lowered his head and kissed her tears away tenderly. "Why would you say you're not worthy?" he whispered. "I want to take care of you, and I'm willing to go through everything with you." Sylvie froze for a few seconds before burying her head in his embrace, crying silently.

After a while, she held Zayne's face and kissed him while still crying. She then bit his lip and murmured, "Love me, okay? Love me forever."

Zayne swallowed her tears and answered tenderly, "Okay."

For the first time, Sylvie had sex without feeling disgusted and without taking painkillers. Hugging Zayne tightly, she immersed herself in his kisses. She wished for nothing more than to be with him forever. At around eight in the morning, Zayne carried her to the bed. By then, he had hickeys all over his chest.

"Sleep. I'll make you breakfast," he said.

"I'm not hungry." Sylvie held him tight. Although she had just had the happiest few hours of her life, she was also extremely anxious.

The moment she closed her eyes, she could see Jane and the other dead people.

Holding Zayne's face, she pleaded, "Zay, could you bring me out of here? Anywhere will do."

She was willing to sacrifice money and fame just so she could be with Zayne and be loved by him.

After saying that, she mumbled, "No. You have a bright future ahead of you. How could I be so selfish-■"

"My uncles and cousins are incredible enough. The Zeigler family doesn't need me." Zayne wiped her tears away and uttered gently, "No matter where you go, I'll keep you company. Would you like to go to Danontand? It's a small country. We can live there."

He then brought some clothes from the wardrobe for Sylvie to change into. After gathering their documents and valuable assets, they left for the airport in a hurry.

While they were waiting in the departure hall, Sylvie was still feeling uneasy.

Contentment surged within her when she glanced at how tightly Zayne was holding her hand. In a soft voice, she asked, "Will you regret this?"

Gently rubbing her cheek, Zayne answered, "Why would I regret loving someone?"

Sylvie smiled faintly and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Suddenly, she felt a throbbing pain in her heart, and she could barely breathe. Before she went unconscious, she saw Zayne's anxious expression.

When Sylvie woke up, she found herself lying on the hospital bed, with Zayne's voice faintly heard outside the door.

A few minutes later, Zayne opened the door and walked in. Seeing that Sylvie was awake, he hurried over to put a jacket over her. "Sylvie, are you feeling better?"

Prior to that, Sylvie was feeling better. However, when she saw Zayne and thought about him, she felt pain in her heart once again.

Usually, she would go for monthly check-ups at the hospital. Since she knew she was free of diseases, she figured out what had gone wrong upon recalling the symptoms she had before fainting.

With that in mind, she turned away from Zayne, trying her best not to think about him. "I don't think I'll be able to leave the country with you anymore."

"Your heart is fine. The doctor said this could be caused by fatigue." Zayne leaned toward her and kissed her. "Once you get better, we still can leave."

"My heart is indeed fine," Sylvie replied in despair. "It's just that I've been injected with Curb.emotion."

Sylvie had bought Curb.emotion from Bruce, so she knew how the drug worked. When Genevieve was hospitalized, she also asked the nurses about the drug.

However, she didn't expect someone to have injected her with it.

After listening to Sylvie's explanation about the drug, Zayne uttered in a deep voice, "Forlisle Medical has a few research centers. Perhaps they've already come up with the antidote for Curb.emotion. I'll get it from Genevieve."

Sylvie shook her head. "She won't give it to you. I don't want you to go—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the pain in her heart made her curl up. At that moment, she was gripping Zayne's shirt with one hand.

Chapter 789

Zayne knew the medication was taking effect. Prying away Sylvie's fingers, he hastily went to look for the doctor. When she was saved, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Please inject her with some sedatives," Zayne pleaded with the doctor.

If Sylvie regained consciousness, she would think about him. At the thought that she might not be able to be saved again during a subsequent cardiac arrest, he had no choice but to let her sleep. Zayne found a caregiver to take care of Sylvie.

He did not know where Genevieve was. After obtaining Timothy's number from the doctor, Zayne contacted the latter. "Mr. Jensen, I am General Zeigler's grandson, Zayne." "Oh. What's the matter?" Timothy asked impatiently.

"I know Forlisle Medical's research lab must have invented Curb.emotion's antidote." Zayne gulped, adding in earnest, "I hope you'll sell me one vial of the cure."

Upon hearing Zayne's awareness of the medication, Timothy seemed to have had a hunch. "If you want the antidote, you'll have to look for Cooper at Specter Corporation." With that, Timothy hung up the call.

Although Zayne seldom visited Jadeborough, he was slightly informed of Cooper's close relationship with Jane. Zayne realized even if Cooper had the antidote, the latter would never give it to him because Sylvie had caused Jane's death.

However, upon remembering Sylvie's condition when she endured the agony of a relapse, he gritted his teeth and hailed a cab to Specter Corporation.

Coincidentally, Genevieve was at Specter Corporation too at that time.

After Armand accompanied Genevieve on an overseas trip, he left the following day upon their return to the country. Armand merely left Genevieve a message on WhatsApp, telling her he had some important matters to attend to. However, he did not instruct Steven to tag along.

Genevieve called and messaged him, but he did not reply. Feeling ill at ease, she went to look for Cooper.

"I really don't know what matter he's handling. Armand is a brilliant man who always thinks and plans ahead. You don't have to worry about him," Cooper uttered frankly. Genevieve frowned as the uneasiness lingered in her chest.

She was also familiar with Armand's wittiness. Still, she thought it was unlike him to just leave her a message on WhatsApp and leave in a hurry that early in the morning.

At that moment, Bertilla knocked on the door and entered. "Mr. Sutton, a Mr. Zayne Zeigler wishes to meet with you. He's waiting downstairs."

Taken aback, Genevieve asked, "Coop, why is he looking for you?"

"I don't know." Cooper got up and picked up his suit jacket on the chair. Putting it on, he said to Bertilla, "Ask him to wait for me at the cafe beside our company." "Yes, Mr. Sutton."

Inside the elevator on their way downstairs, Cooper informed Genevieve, "I instructed my men to keep an eye on Sylvie. All this while, Zayne had been keeping her company. They were preparing to travel abroad this morning, but Sylvie suddenly fainted. Before you arrived, Timothy called me and told me Zayne contacted him to request Curb.emotion's antidote."

Cooper had been putting his plan to target Sylvie on hold because he knew the vial of Curb.emotion Armand acquired from Timothy was to be used on Sylvie. Besides, he also knew about Sylvie and Zayne's romantic relationship.

Now, it was time for Sylvie to face retribution.

Entering the cafe, Cooper and Genevieve saw Zayne, who was sitting around a window seat. They then walked over and sat opposite him.

"How many episodes of cardiac arrests did Sylvie experience so far?" Cooper asked Zayne coolly.

Hearing Cooper's question, Zayne speculated Cooper to be the one who had ordered someone to inject Curb.emotion into Sylvie's body secretly. Clenching his fists under the table, Zayne uttered with difficulty "Twice... I know you have the antidote. I'm willing to give you whatever you want from me."

After learning Sylvie was under the influence of Curb.emotion, Zayne would rather wish she was merely using him instead of loving him.

If Sylvie was a cold-hearted and unfeeling person, Curb.emotion would have been ineffective toward her.

Before Cooper could say a word, Genevieve piped up, "Zayne, your grandpa and father have high hopes for you. You shouldn't waste your time on someone like her. She deserves to die after all the sins she has committed."

Chapter 790

"I love her." Zayne's eyes shone with determination. "I cannot deny nor defend her for all her errors and murders. However, I'm willing to shoulder the consequences with her."

Upon hearing that, Genevieve was astounded. Sylvie is so fortunate. After all the terrible things she has done, she could still meet a man who loves her so deeply.

"I can give you the antidote," she uttered coldly. "All you have to do is ask Sylvie to bring Jane back to life. She has also caused my friend to nearly become comatose for life. I want to settle this score with her as well."

Bring Jane back to life? That's impossible.

With that thought in mind, Zayne knew Genevieve would not provide him with the antidote. He turned to look at Cooper, wearing a stony expression, and said in an undertone, "I'll use my life to compensate for Jane's. I hope you two can let Sylvie live."

Zayne was not a child. He had vaguely sensed Sylvie was merely using him, but he could not help sacrificing himself for her because he had fallen deeply in love with her.

When Zayne sent Sylvie to the hospital the other day, he began paying attention to her as she lowered her gaze and gradually recounted that story to him. In the end, his affection for her intensified and spiraled beyond his control.

If everyone could clearly define why they loved another person, there would not have been so many inexplicable gatherings and partings of people, whether in joy or sorrow.

Genevieve and Cooper were stunned upon listening to him.

At that moment, Sylvie arrived at the cafe in time to hear Zayne's words.

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she ran up to Zayne and hugged him tightly. "No. I did those things, and I am the murderer. You have nothing to do with my wrongdoings."

As Zayne had requested the doctor to sedate Sylvie before leaving, he did not expect her to be there so quickly.

He was afraid her heart might start hurting, so he urged her to leave, "Go out first..."

She shook her head. Even if the pain overwhelmed and suffocated her, she still refused to release the hug. "I don't want you to make that deal with them. I don't want you to die. I'll bear the consequences of my sins myself..."

At that moment, an unprecedented amount of love for Zayne surged within Sylvie, and she slumped against his body.

"Sylvie?" Noticing her labored breathing, Zayne turned to plead with Genevieve in panic, "Ms. Rachford, I beg you. Please give me the antidote. I'll offer you my life. I'm willing to do anything for you." Alas, Genevieve merely gazed at them indifferently.

Zayne hastily laid Sylvie on the floor and called the ambulance, requesting for a doctor to tag along as well.

He covered Sylvie's eyes with his hands, preventing her from seeing him. Then, he coaxed her gently, "Don't think about me. Try to direct your attention elsewhere. The doctor will be here soon." To enable herself to speak to Zayne, Sylvie put forth her best effort to distract herself.

When her heart no longer ached that much, and when she could breathe again, she tugged at his hands, placing them close to her cheeks. "Zay... Zay..."

Tears streamed down Sylvie's cheeks as she said, "I'm truly blessed to be showered with your love. In my next life, even if I'm reborn in an ordinary family, I wish to be born in the same year as you, meet you, and fall in love with you again. I want to be your wife and spend my life with you."

"That's all right. I don't care about everything else. I wish to spend my life with you too." Zayne grasped her hands.

"But I care..." Sylvie despised her tainted self.

She yearned to become a girl like Faith, pure and innocent. She wished to marry Zayne and become his dutiful wife and a devoted mother to their future children.

As the pain in her heart intensified again, Sylvie clasped his hands and panted. She forced her eyes wide, longing to carve Zayne's appearance into her heart and remember the face of the man who cared dearly for her. "Zay, I can't be here with you anymore. You should forget about me, for it's sufficient that I remember you. If there's a next life, I will certainly search for you..."

Zayne's eyes turned red as he covered Sylvie's eyes with his hands, not allowing her to see him. He wanted to beg Genevieve and Cooper, but he knew they would not show Sylvie any mercy.

Sylvie killed Jane, and it was only fair for the former to pay the price with her own life. Genevieve and Cooper would not permit Zayne to take Sylvie's place.