Chapter 89: I’m Here to Claim My Reward

Leo looked at Matilda, somewhat surprised, and raised his hand to touch his own face.

When Leo looked up at Matilda again, he saw that her eyes shone with unshed tears, as if they might break at any moment.

“I never expected this, Leo.”

Matilda’s voice trembled as she spoke, yet she stubbornly held herself together. She no longer used formal language, instead addressing Leo by name.

Now things had gotten serious.

Mo Qianning did not disturb Leng Dianchen, wanting to surprise him. If Mo Qianning had known that this so-called surprise would cause her more harm than good, would she still have gone through with it?

Ye Hansheng probably didn’t want me to keep asking, so he pulled me onto the bed and held me tightly. I struggled for a moment, but then I heard him say, “Don’t move, let me hold you for a while.” With that, he closed his eyes, his steady breathing filling my ears. Though my eyes were tired, I couldn’t sleep.

Two hours later, a point of light sped through the sky and arrived before the cave, landing in Ling Yan’s palm.

Du Ruo gazed at the photograph on the tombstone. In the picture, Lu Shuangfeng still looked crisp and clean, her appearance brisk and neat.

Switching on the desk lamp, Orange woke from sleep, panting heavily. She reached out to touch her face and found it wet.

When she asked if I missed her, I reacted immediately. Holding her, I truly wanted to make love right then and there, but remembering she wasn’t feeling well, I forced myself to resist.

The next morning, Gu Lan was transferred from the intensive care unit to a regular ward. After a night of turmoil, she woke once in a daze. Seeing Qiao Anming beside her, she was too weak to call out, only lowering her eyes in silent tears.

I don’t know why, but Ye Hansheng’s words made me want to cry. His tone was heavy, yet to me it was filled with concern and worry.

However, before they could say anything else, a calm voice sounded in the waiting room.

Wan Daoyi felt the oppressive aura of the Golden Sea Siren from afar, but remembering Tang Qiao’s array of secret weapons, he relaxed.

Li Chunxiao looked up at Feng Hou, his brows slowly knitting together. Although Feng Hou’s appearance was decent, he was definitely not here for charity.

The pool wasn’t very deep; Tang Qiao estimated roughly that its depth matched that of the Blackwater River outside, barely reaching knee-high.

As the palace gates opened, all the scholars stood properly, one by one undergoing inspection by the guards, then following the eunuch who led them into the imperial palace.

Because it was a luxury airliner, lunch was sumptuous, but Ye Xingchen had no appetite at all. Scenes from ten years ago involuntarily flashed through his mind.

She had heard that Wen Xin had come to the television station looking for Qian Bing again, so she wanted to come and find out what had happened.

Ye Xue’s gaze never left Xuanyuan Aotian, her eyes dark and deep as the endless sky, openly scrutinizing Xuanyuan Aotian from head to toe.

Huang Qisha’s figure flickered as he rushed at Liu Yuxian, raising his hand for a slap. The sharp sound echoed, and Liu Yuxian’s delicate form was sent flying.

San Diego was always a city without winter, and now the heat inside the room made Ye Xiaoju feel nothing of the chill. She had already melted beneath Li Chunxiao’s burning gaze, flowing gently in the river of love.

Because the employee meals at the Mu Group were excellent, no one went out to eat. Qian Qian was exhausted after a busy morning, lacking the strength to leave, so she followed the crowd to the cafeteria.

After half a month of intensive training, Su Yue gradually adapted to its rigors. While not always finishing early, at least she no longer needed Shen Hao’s support after each session, and even had the energy to wander the streets with the others.