Chapter 2
Howard, a man who never set foot in an amusement park, now spends every weekend accompanying Beatrice Hurst as they shuttle between the carousel and Ferris wheel, buying cotton candy and balloons for her.
When Beatrice accidentally smeared ice cream on his six–figure watch, he just grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped it clean, then asked her if she wanted
another one.
Even once Beatrice accidentally stumbled into Howard’s collection room, which he never allowed anyone to enter.
When the crisp sound of shattering came, the guards standing outside the door instantly turned pale, “Howard spent over eight million at the auction last your to buy it.”
“I’m sorry for…”
Beatrice knelt on the ground, her fingers nervously touching the shards.
“I wanted to take a look at that colorful flower…”
Howard squatted down and grabbed her wrist, saying, “Don’t move, be careful not to scratch yourself.”
He carefully checked her fingers for any injuries, then turned to his subordinates and said.
“Put away all the fragile items here.”
That afternoon, the entire villa was covered with thick carpets, and all the sharp corners of the furniture were replaced with rounded ones.
Victoria watched as Howard came home for dinner every day on time, watched as he learned to make the desserts that Beatrice loved, watched as he learned to play childish nursery rhymes to cheer her up, watched as one rainy night Howard squatted at the entrance tying a bow on Beatrice’s Martin boots, all of which were things she had once longed for but never had.
She wanted to leave now, but she still wanted to give Howard a chance, because her life was saved by Howard.
In the orphanage with peeling walls, she, at the age of fifteen, stabbed the old man who tried to violate her. She stared at her trembling hands, still feeling the warmth and stickiness of the man’s neck and blood.
“Your mother just thought you were unlucky, so she left you here.”
“He was a short–lived like your dad…”
While on the run, Victoria encountered Howard for the first time. Howard asked if she had killed the old man. Rain dripped down Victoria’s eyelashes as she nodded gently.
Howard suddenly laughed and wiped the mud off her face, the calluses on his fingertips scraping her skin painfully.
“Yes, he has talent.”
Later, she followed behind Howard.
On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Victoria intercepted a poisoned dagger for Howard.
In the operating room under the shadowless lamp, she counted the cracks on the ceiling, and heard Howard’s angry shouts and the sound of things being smaslied outside the door.
After the anesthesia wore off, Howard’s trembling fingers hung above the wound she had stitched up. He was behold.
Does it hurt?
Victoria shook her head, but Howard laughed, a laugh that was very frightening.
“Lord.”
actually flustered. She was truly a sight to
After she was discharged from the hospital, she found out that the person who wanted to kill Howard was fed to the dogs by him, and was left to die under the sun for days and nights, tortured to death. His men said that in fact Howard was very measured in his actions, and it was the first time they had seen Howard being so ruthless.
Howard samtlines liked to tease her, pinching her chin and shalding it, with a smile in his eyes, saying, “Call me brother.”
Victoria turned her lace away, her hair falling down to cover her blushing ears.
loward.”
“No respect for elders or Juniors.”
Howard chuckled softly, curling his fingertips around a strand of her long hair and gently tugging it.
“Raised you for so many years?”
“That silly girl messed up the accounts again today, making me work until midnight”
She came to her senses and saw a few subordinates in front of her joking, their voices gradually getting louder.
“I really don’t know what Mr. Irwin saw in her.”
“Yeah, couldn’t even make a decent cup of coffee.
“Last time, there were actually rubber shavings in the coffee I served to Mr. Irwin. They said it was because pencil shavings fell into it.”
And the laughter, someone boldly flattered
If you ask me, Victoria is the only one worthy of Mr. Irwin, What else can that girl do besides pretending to be innocent?”
Victoria couldn’t help but vent her dissatisfaction from the past few days, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.
“She pretended to be stupid and she did it well”
Howard getting married to her was playing house.”
