Obsessive CEO’s Sinful Wife

Aria’s countenance changed abruptly. Grayson, on the other hand, had already slapped Serenity hard across her face.

“How dare you speak like that?!” Grayson berated. “You’re the one who killed someone and got thrown into prison! Do you know how much trouble this family got into because of you?! You have no future left, so now you want to drag your sister down with you?!”

His eyes were filled with disgust for this daughter of his. He recalled how impressed his friends had been back when they had gained a connection with the Shaw family, and he was then reminded of how humiliated he had felt after that when Serenity had gotten into trouble!

One side of Serenity’s face was burning with pain, yet her eyes remained perfectly still and unperturbed, almost as if none of what had just happened mattered to her.

“I only came here to pay my respects to my mother’s ashes, but now I think I’d better get my mother’s urn out of here. She doesn’t have to be here anymore, and I will never set foot in this house ever again.”

After finishing her sentence, Serenity turned and left the place she had once called home.

This ‘home’ no longer had a place for her.

***

When Serenity returned to her place, the whole room was completely dark, and none of the lights were on. She turned the light switch on, and the scene that greeted her was that of an empty room.

It was clear at a glance that there was no one inside the small hundred-square-foot room.

Where was Jack? Had he left? The thought made her feel a little empty. Was she really all alone, after all?

She smiled wryly. Just as she was about to turn around and close the door, she saw a tall figure slowly walking toward her, which made her freeze.

It was Jack! And he was still wearing the same shabby clothes, but he was holding a plastic bag in his hand. His thick bangs covered up almost half of his face, making it hard to see what he really looked like at a glance. But Serenity knew that beneath those bangs was a dashingly handsome face.

someone like that really be… a homeless

not understand him one bit, yet she had brought him home just like that. She knew it was an impulsive move, and perhaps even dangerous, but… she just could not stop

and done,

voice, yet for some reason,

and her voice sounded stiff as she said, “I… I

replied, “I just went out

sideways, pulled him into the room, and closed the door behind them. She then noticed that there were two big buns in the plastic bag that

I’m going to pay my respects to my mother’s ashes. Today is

framed photo on the shelf. Within the frame was a black and white photo of a woman aged

then incense sticks before

and I earn enough money to stand on my own two feet, so you don’t have to worry about me anymore. In fact, I have a feeling that my life is going to get better from now

with misty eyes. The light from the candle and the ceiling light danced on her face, speckling it with bands of light and

a pretty woman indeed, but Jackson had seen too many gorgeous women in his life. In fact, Mira Hall, his former fiancee, was regarded as a rare beauty, so to

knew that today was the anniversary of her mother’s death. However, why would a woman fresh out of prison sweeping the

in a gentle voice, “I have someone by

flickering candlelight, she looked calm and composed, yet at

she turned back to the photo of the woman and added, “So, you see, my life really is going

respectfully once again and burned an incense stick for her mother. She then stood there in respectful silence, looking at

Jackson, “Let’s go. I’ll clean the place up a little and make us some soup, then we’ll have

“Okay,” he replied.

from the fridge. Then, she quickly rustled up a pot of tomato egg drop soup, which was then paired with the bun Jackson had bought, and that was their dinner for the

“What have you been doing for a living all this time,

job I could find. If I can’t find anything to do, I’d find a spot to

that night on the streets? Serenity figured he must have suffered a lot in the past. After all, no one who was not at their wit’s end