Novels by qat01

Therefore, she took hold of Annie's hand with one hand, while the other arm wrapped around Annie's shoulder. This intimate gesture made it seem like they were close friends engaged in a casual conversation. "I decided to have my husband come and take care of you first this time. After all, you have made significant contributions to the company. Both my husband and I appreciate your efforts, don't we, dear?" Cindy spoke with a smile, her slender fingers playing with her flowing hair. Suddenly, the faint marks on her neck, suggestive yet attention-grabbing, became visible. Annie's face turned pale with anger, and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. The onlookers showed meaningful expressions, occasionally accompanied by envious comments. Trevon didn't anticipate being drawn into Cindy's performance. His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows raised, but he chose not to respond. "You see, he's always like this—rigid and uncommunicative, not knowing how to care for others. So dull. Ho

"Don't underestimate yourself. I've learned so much from you in the year I've been at the company. Now I can handle projects on my own. Can you imagine? A year ago, I couldn't even speak a sentence properly," Elle said with a smile. It is indeed true. As Cindy reminisced about the first time she saw Elle, before she could even utter a single word, she saw Elle becoming nervous, blushing, and even shedding tears. This scene couldn't help but make Cindy burst into laughter. Seeing Cindy in a slightly better mood, Elle breathed a sigh of relief. They had a tough fight ahead of them. She instinctively tightened her grip on the steering wheel and said, "You're so great. Mr. Gilson will surely realize it sooner or later." Cindy remained silent, shifting her gaze to the window. ... At the Hospital of Islip City, several black commercial vans followed a Porsche to a stop at the entrance to the inpatient unit. The car door was opened and Cindy stepped gracefully out. The purple diamonds

Cindy spent a full four hours bustling in the kitchen. Finally, she looked at the three dishes and a soup on the table and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Accidentally she tugged her wound and let out a painful "ouch."To be honest, this was her first time cooking. Before her parents passed away, she was the princess they doted on. They would even feed her water by hand.After marrying into the Gilson family, although her status couldn't compare to before, she was still the young hostess and didn't need to cook for herself.So, she had no culinary skills to speak of. Today, she used all her abilities to prepare this meal, and despite her efforts, she still ended up with several cuts on her fingers.Though it hurt, she felt a sense of accomplishment.Cindy gently blew on the wound, removed the damp band-aid, and replaced it with a dry one. She glanced at the wall clock; it was already half past seven. Trevon should be back soon.It snowed outside, accompanied by a chilling gust of wi

Trevon left the ward, leaving his p***e on Annie's bed. When Cindy's call came in, Annie cast a sinister gaze at the name displayed on the screen before resting her head back on the bed. A smirk of mockery and satisfaction gradually formed on her lips. Cindy only made one call and hung up abruptly, leaving Annie somewhat disappointed. In her imagination, Cindy should have persistently and relentlessly harassed Trevon, unwilling to give up. Otherwise, how could Trevon have ended up in Cindy's bed? With this thought, Annie's smile instantly disappeared, and she clenched her hands into fists. She had been careless, and she vowed that such a situation would never occur again. The p***e rang once more. Annie turned to look, and it was a message. It was from Cindy. She immediately picked up the p***e and checked that text. Trevon hadn't given Cindy any special label, providing a slight semblance of balance for Annie. In Trevon's heart, Cindy was nothing more than a stranger. [Come

"Uncle Cristopher, the company is in dire straits. It would be best for you to take some time off and prioritize your health," Cindy poured him a cup of tea, earnestly advising him.Cristopher smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of kindness and affection for her."Cindy, you've worked hard all these years." Cristopher looked guilty.Cindy pursed her lips and lowered her gaze, displaying a gentleness and submissiveness that contrasted sharply with her usual prickly demeanor. She listened quietly."We feel ashamed to burden a young girl like you with the fate of the Austen family. We are not worthy of your support. If we had any other choice, we wouldn't have pushed you into this difficult situation."... Cristopher's voice trembled with helplessness and grief.Cindy's eyes flushed, but she still looked up and smiled impassively. "Don't say that, Uncle Cristopher. I'm fine. I consider myself lucky and grateful to stand by Austen's side with all of you."Cristopher took her cold han

On the days when Trevon and Annie were absent, Cindy enjoyed her freedom. With the upcoming launch of a new product, she was extremely busy and often worked overtime until late at night. On this day, Cindy worked until 10 o'clock as usual and, exhausted, rested in her chair. Before long, she fell asleep. A gust of cold wind blew through the window, causing Cindy to shiver and wake up. She glanced at her p***e and saw that it was already 11:50. She had actually slept for over an hour in the chair. Rubbing her sore shoulders, she prepared to get up when a headline caught her attention on her news feed. The name in the headline instantly dispelled Cindy's drowsiness. She sat back down and clicked on it. The article titled "Mr. Gilson's Vigil for Love: A Great Match" was featured on the front page. It detailed the love story between Trevon and Annie over the years in great detail. The first image was striking, showing Trevon peeling an a***e with his head lowered. He exuded gentl

Therefore, she took hold of Annie's hand with one hand, while the other arm wrapped around Annie's shoulder. This intimate gesture made it seem like they were close friends engaged in a casual conversation. "I decided to have my husband come and take care of you first this time. After all, you have made significant contributions to the company. Both my husband and I appreciate your efforts, don't we, dear?" Cindy spoke with a smile, her slender fingers playing with her flowing hair. Suddenly, the faint marks on her neck, suggestive yet attention-grabbing, became visible. Annie's face turned pale with anger, and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. The onlookers showed meaningful expressions, occasionally accompanied by envious comments. Trevon didn't anticipate being drawn into Cindy's performance. His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows raised, but he chose not to respond. "You see, he's always like this—rigid and uncommunicative, not knowing how to care for others. So dull. Ho

"Don't underestimate yourself. I've learned so much from you in the year I've been at the company. Now I can handle projects on my own. Can you imagine? A year ago, I couldn't even speak a sentence properly," Elle said with a smile.It is indeed true. As Cindy reminisced about the first time she saw Elle, before she could even utter a single word, she saw Elle becoming nervous, blushing, and even shedding tears. This scene couldn't help but make Cindy burst into laughter.Seeing Cindy in a slightly better mood, Elle breathed a sigh of relief. They had a tough fight ahead of them. She instinctively tightened her grip on the steering wheel and said, "You're so great. Mr. Gilson will surely realize it sooner or later."Cindy remained silent, shifting her gaze to the window....At the Hospital of Islip City, several black commercial vans followed a Porsche to a stop at the entrance to the inpatient unit.The car door was opened and Cindy stepped gracefully out.The purple diamonds in her

Cindy spent a full four hours bustling in the kitchen. Finally, she looked at the three dishes and a soup on the table and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Accidentally she tugged her wound and let out a painful "ouch." To be honest, this was her first time cooking. Before her parents passed away, she was the princess they doted on. They would even feed her water by hand. After marrying into the Gilson family, although her status couldn't compare to before, she was still the young hostess and didn't need to cook for herself. So, she had no culinary skills to speak of. Today, she used all her abilities to prepare this meal, and despite her efforts, she still ended up with several cuts on her fingers. Though it hurt, she felt a sense of accomplishment. Cindy gently blew on the wound, removed the damp band-aid, and replaced it with a dry one. She glanced at the wall clock; it was already half past seven. Trevon should be back soon. It snowed outside, accompanied by a chilling gust

Trevon left the ward, leaving his p***e on Annie's bed. When Cindy's call came in, Annie cast a sinister gaze at the name displayed on the screen before resting her head back on the bed. A smirk of mockery and satisfaction gradually formed on her lips. Cindy only made one call and hung up abruptly, leaving Annie somewhat disappointed. In her imagination, Cindy should have persistently and relentlessly harassed Trevon, unwilling to give up. Otherwise, how could Trevon have ended up in Cindy's bed? With this thought, Annie's smile instantly disappeared, and she clenched her hands into fists. She had been careless, and she vowed that such a situation would never occur again. The p***e rang once more. Annie turned to look, and it was a message. It was from Cindy. She immediately picked up the p***e and checked that text. Trevon hadn't given Cindy any special label, providing a slight semblance of balance for Annie. In Trevon's heart, Cindy was nothing more than a stranger. [Come

"Uncle Cristopher, the company is in dire straits. It would be best for you to take some time off and prioritize your health," Cindy poured him a cup of tea, earnestly advising him. Cristopher smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of kindness and affection for her. "Cindy, you've worked hard all these years." Cristopher looked guilty. Cindy pursed her lips and lowered her gaze, displaying a gentleness and submissiveness that contrasted sharply with her usual prickly demeanor. She listened quietly. "We feel ashamed to burden a young girl like you with the fate of the Austen family. We are not worthy of your support. If we had any other choice, we wouldn't have pushed you into this difficult situation." ... Cristopher's voice trembled with helplessness and grief. Cindy's eyes flushed, but she still looked up and smiled impassively. "Don't say that, Uncle Cristopher. I'm fine. I consider myself lucky and grateful to stand by Austen's side with all of you." Cristopher took her co

On the days when Trevon and Annie were absent, Cindy enjoyed her freedom. With the upcoming launch of a new product, she was extremely busy and often worked overtime until late at night. On this day, Cindy worked until 10 o'clock as usual and, exhausted, rested in her chair. Before long, she fell asleep. A gust of cold wind blew through the window, causing Cindy to shiver and wake up. She glanced at her p***e and saw that it was already 11:50. She had actually slept for over an hour in the chair. Rubbing her sore shoulders, she prepared to get up when a headline caught her attention on her news feed. The name in the headline instantly dispelled Cindy's drowsiness. She sat back down and clicked on it. The article titled "Mr. Gilson's Vigil for Love: A Great Match" was featured on the front page. It detailed the love story between Trevon and Annie over the years in great detail. The first image was striking, showing Trevon peeling an a***e with his head lowered. He exuded gentl