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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-known
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-known
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“How is that musician so incredible?!” “Oh, them? They’re Kodály trained.” The first few times I heard this I was curious – but I didn’t really think much about it. But it kept coming up. Over the years in my work on musicality training I kept hearing mentions of this approach. It seemed to hold almost legendary status... Hi, my name’s Christopher Sutton. I’m the founder of Musical U, the leading provider of musicality training online. And I have a confession to make… You see, Musical U has now helped well over one million musicians worldwide to learn the “inner skills” of music. The skills that can let you play by ear, improvise, and express yourself freely in music. But I discovered we were actually falling short of how much we could help people. We were equipping people with tools and skills which helped them, yes. But it was a bit like laying bricks or putting tiles on the roof – before you’d secured the foundation. I had always assumed that since people came to us with the basics of instrument playing and music theory under their belt, we could take the foundation for granted… But it turns out that stuff is NOT the foundation. Sure, it’s presented as being the starting point. In pretty much every music lesson and course around the world. But it doesn’t actually equip musicians with the mental models they need to really succeed. While we were able to help our students and members at Musical U – it always felt a bit like building on quicksand. So eventually I decided that I had to find out what this Kodály thing was all about. Because clearly it was deeply-tied to this subject I was so passionate about: unlocking the “inner instinct” for music. It turned out that this “Kodály method” was created in the early 20th Century in Hungary. It quickly became the official music education method throughout the country and delivered amazing results for everyone who used it. Its creator, Zoltán Kodály, was invited to America to lecture at Stanford and even had statues erected in his honour. But, for reasons of politics and history, this method mostly stayed hidden away. It never really broke into the mainstream… I sought out one of the top instructors in the UK and took some private one-on-one lessons. And it was really interesting. I remember in my first Kodály lesson, I found myself thinking “this is all very basic…” Because I knew notation, I was comfortable singing, I’d done a lot of ear training. And we were starting from the very beginning. But in the course of that lesson I was given some new mental models for all those familiar concepts. And I came to realise this was a whole new way of approaching music... By the end of that first lesson I’d done some impressive things with those simple concepts - that were quite different from anything I’d been able to do before. I came away thinking: “Oh, wow – this is actually really fundamental and powerful”. It took me a while longer to click that this wasn’t just an alternative to what I knew already... In a lot of ways it was the missing foundation that all the other stuff *should* have been built on. Later I went on a 3-day intensive course where I was surrounded by Kodály instructors and students. And that was fascinating because I got to see the impact Kodály training has. These people ranged from amateur musicians, to teachers, to professional musicians playing in national orchestras… Now if you’ve ever been in situations where musicians get together to learn or perform you’ll know: There’s often a lot of competitiveness and one-upmanship. A lot of insecurity on display, to be frank. But on that Kodály course the atmosphere was completely different to that. These people all had an ease and delight in music. The skills and viewpoint that Kodály training was equipping them with – it just let them enjoy music. It was remarkable. And exciting. And it wasn’t just an attitude. These people could DO some seriously impressive things - collaborating, creating, playing by ear, singing, and more. But what stood out most was that having the new ment
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I will never forget this New Year's Eve. I was very busy in kitchen. After finishing a few big tables of dishes, I was so tired that my waist and back were so sore, and I was just ready to rest for a while. My mother-in-law suddenly asked me to add some more dishes, especially told me not to put pepper in, and let me use less oil. I was quite confused. I knew the taste of my family very well. They all like hot and spicy food. Why did she suddenly ask me to cook such light dishes? "Is there an outsider coming to celebrate the Spring Festival with us?" I had some doubts, but I didn't dare to ask anything more. After all, my mother-in-law had always been very dissatisfied with me. I didn't want to make her unhappy on New Year's Eve. "Madame, young master said that he might come back later. On the way back from the airport, there is a traffic jam." Just as I walked to the kitchen, the housekeeper said to my mother-in-law. Hearing this, I muttered in my heart. The young master mentioned by the housekeeper was my husband, Edward Xi. His company was located in the downtown area. Why did he go to the airport? I knew nothing about why he went to the airport. Although we had been married for seven years, we rarely met, so he had never told me about his whereabouts. As for the reason why I married into the Xis family, that's all because of my father. My father was once the driver of Edward's grandfather. In an accident, he sacrificed himself to save Gramps Xi. The only wish of my father was that he hoped I could have a happy life after he left. Gramps Xi decided to let me be his granddaughter-in-law on the spot. That meant Edward Xi's wife! So after the funeral, I married into the Xis. At that time, I felt that I was the happiest woman in the world. Because my father was the driver of the Xis, I often went to Xi's family when I was a child. Since I first saw Edward, he had covered each inch of my heart. Fifteen years passed in a flash. I had loved Edward Xi for 15 years and had been his wife for seven years. However, I knew that I had never entered his heart. But no matter how he treated me, I still kept being a good wife, hoping that one day, he could change his attitude toward me. When I heard that he was coming back soon, my heart was full of joy and so happy that I seemed not that tired when cooked. "Young Master had parked the car. Madame let me ask you how the dishes are cooking." While I was busy cooking, the housekeeper came over and informed me. The housekeeper's tone was cold, as if in his eyes I was not the young mistress. At best I was a servant whose status was even a little lower than him. There was no other servant in this large villa. I was the young mistress, but I was in charge of all household chores. But I had no complaints. The Xis let me marry Edward. For me, I was satisfied. And these jobs were what a wife should do. But sometimes I also smiled bitterly. If it weren't a villa, I would have done less. I brought the last dish onto the table. Edward Xi had not returned yet. I heaved a sigh of relief and quickly took off my apron. I was about to take a shower, change my clothes, and then put on makeup. I was covered in a smell of smoke and sweat. And I didn't want to appear in front of him like this. Just when I was about to enter my bedroom, my mother-in-law began to call people to eat. For a moment, relatives and friends scattered all over the villa came over. The Xis was a big family, and people gathered here were just only a small part of this family. But these cousins, aunties, and even uncles were enough to fill up three tables when they gathered together. I was secretly glad that it was not my grandfather's home. Otherwise, I would be too busy to finish the meal of my family. My mother-in-law told us to begin to eat, which made me very depressed because this meant that Edward had arrived and there was no time for me to dress up. In an instant, I was so anxious that I wanted to cry. As my eyes passed through the living room, a tall figure appeared at the door. His arrival brought a trace of coldness to the
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know
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I will never forget this New Year's Eve. I was very busy in kitchen. After finishing a few big tables of dishes, I was so tired that my waist and back were so sore, and I was just ready to rest for a while. My mother-in-law suddenly asked me to add some more dishes, especially told me not to put pepper in, and let me use less oil. I was quite confused. I knew the taste of my family very well. They all like hot and spicy food. Why did she suddenly ask me to cook such light dishes? "Is there an outsider coming to celebrate the Spring Festival with us?" I had some doubts, but I didn't dare to ask anything more. After all, my mother-in-law had always been very dissatisfied with me. I didn't want to make her unhappy on New Year's Eve. "Madame, young master said that he might come back later. On the way back from the airport, there is a traffic jam." Just as I walked to the kitchen, the housekeeper said to my mother-in-law. Hearing this, I muttered in my heart. The young master mentioned by the housekeeper was my husband, Edward Xi. His company was located in the downtown area. Why did he go to the airport? I knew nothing about why he went to the airport. Although we had been married for seven years, we rarely met, so he had never told me about his whereabouts. As for the reason why I married into the Xis family, that's all because of my father. My father was once the driver of Edward's grandfather. In an accident, he sacrificed himself to save Gramps Xi. The only wish of my father was that he hoped I could have a happy life after he left. Gramps Xi decided to let me be his granddaughter-in-law on the spot. That meant Edward Xi's wife! So after the funeral, I married into the Xis. At that time, I felt that I was the happiest woman in the world. Because my father was the driver of the Xis, I often went to Xi's family when I was a child. Since I first saw Edward, he had covered each inch of my heart. Fifteen years passed in a flash. I had loved Edward Xi for 15 years and had been his wife for seven years. However, I knew that I had never entered his heart. But no matter how he treated me, I still kept being a good wife, hoping that one day, he could change his attitude toward me. When I heard that he was coming back soon, my heart was full of joy and so happy that I seemed not that tired when cooked. "Young Master had parked the car. Madame let me ask you how the dishes are cooking." While I was busy cooking, the housekeeper came over and informed me. The housekeeper's tone was cold, as if in his eyes I was not the young mistress. At best I was a servant whose status was even a little lower than him. There was no other servant in this large villa. I was the young mistress, but I was in charge of all household chores. But I had no complaints. The Xis let me marry Edward. For me, I was satisfied. And these jobs were what a wife should do. But sometimes I also smiled bitterly. If it weren't a villa, I would have done less. I brought the last dish onto the table. Edward Xi had not returned yet. I heaved a sigh of relief and quickly took off my apron. I was about to take a shower, change my clothes, and then put on makeup. I was covered in a smell of smoke and sweat. And I didn't want to appear in front of him like this. Just when I was about to enter my bedroom, my mother-in-law began to call people to eat. For a moment, relatives and friends scattered all over the villa came over. The Xis was a big family, and people gathered here were just only a small part of this family. But these cousins, aunties, and even uncles were enough to fill up three tables when they gathered together. I was secretly glad that it was not my grandfather's home. Otherwise, I would be too busy to finish the meal of my family. My mother-in-law told us to begin to eat, which made me very depressed because this meant that Edward had arrived and there was no time for me to dress up. In an instant, I was so anxious that I wanted to cry. As my eyes passed through the living room, a tall figure appeared at the door. His arrival brought a trace of coldness to the
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-known
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know
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I will never forget this New Year's Eve. I was very busy in kitchen. After finishing a few big tables of dishes, I was so tired that my waist and back were so sore, and I was just ready to rest for a while. My mother-in-law suddenly asked me to add some more dishes, especially told me not to put pepper in, and let me use less oil. I was quite confused. I knew the taste of my family very well. They all like hot and spicy food. Why did she suddenly ask me to cook such light dishes? "Is there an outsider coming to celebrate the Spring Festival with us?" I had some doubts, but I didn't dare to ask anything more. After all, my mother-in-law had always been very dissatisfied with me. I didn't want to make her unhappy on New Year's Eve. "Madame, young master said that he might come back later. On the way back from the airport, there is a traffic jam." Just as I walked to the kitchen, the housekeeper said to my mother-in-law. Hearing this, I muttered in my heart. The young master mentioned by the housekeeper was my husband, Edward Xi. His company was located in the downtown area. Why did he go to the airport? I knew nothing about why he went to the airport. Although we had been married for seven years, we rarely met, so he had never told me about his whereabouts. As for the reason why I married into the Xis family, that's all because of my father. My father was once the driver of Edward's grandfather. In an accident, he sacrificed himself to save Gramps Xi. The only wish of my father was that he hoped I could have a happy life after he left. Gramps Xi decided to let me be his granddaughter-in-law on the spot. That meant Edward Xi's wife! So after the funeral, I married into the Xis. At that time, I felt that I was the happiest woman in the world. Because my father was the driver of the Xis, I often went to Xi's family when I was a child. Since I first saw Edward, he had covered each inch of my heart. Fifteen years passed in a flash. I had loved Edward Xi for 15 years and had been his wife for seven years. However, I knew that I had never entered his heart. But no matter how he treated me, I still kept being a good wife, hoping that one day, he could change his attitude toward me. When I heard that he was coming back soon, my heart was full of joy and so happy that I seemed not that tired when cooked. "Young Master had parked the car. Madame let me ask you how the dishes are cooking." While I was busy cooking, the housekeeper came over and informed me. The housekeeper's tone was cold, as if in his eyes I was not the young mistress. At best I was a servant whose status was even a little lower than him. There was no other servant in this large villa. I was the young mistress, but I was in charge of all household chores. But I had no complaints. The Xis let me marry Edward. For me, I was satisfied. And these jobs were what a wife should do. But sometimes I also smiled bitterly. If it weren't a villa, I would have done less. I brought the last dish onto the table. Edward Xi had not returned yet. I heaved a sigh of relief and quickly took off my apron. I was about to take a shower, change my clothes, and then put on makeup. I was covered in a smell of smoke and sweat. And I didn't want to appear in front of him like this. Just when I was about to enter my bedroom, my mother-in-law began to call people to eat. For a moment, relatives and friends scattered all over the villa came over. The Xis was a big family, and people gathered here were just only a small part of this family. But these cousins, aunties, and even uncles were enough to fill up three tables when they gathered together. I was secretly glad that it was not my grandfather's home. Otherwise, I would be too busy to finish the meal of my family. My mother-in-law told us to begin to eat, which made me very depressed because this meant that Edward had arrived and there was no time for me to dress up. In an instant, I was so anxious that I wanted to cry. As my eyes passed through the living room, a tall figure appeared at the door. His arrival brought a trace of coldness to the
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-known
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-known
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-known
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-known
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When she saw Jack's Aston Martin parked at the company gate, she reckoned it was going to be a rough day for her. Rose gracefully stepped out of the car, with her fabulous stilettos and a sweet smile on her face. When Jack got out of his car, he deliberately ignored Emily and pulled Rose close in front of everybody. "Jack, everyone's watching us. Stop it..." Rose said and gently brushed her hands over his manly chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and said with a smile, "You are so lovely." Emily glanced with a scornful look at the people watching them from not too far away, and walked straight through the company gate without looking back. Jack did it all purposely in front of Emily to send her a warning. Unfortunately, Emily did not give him the attention he wanted and casually walked by. All of a sudden Jack got disheartened and even a little sad. "All right, I'm leaving now." Jack pushed Rose away casually; he got in his car and then drove away. From that night until now, he did not feel an ounce of remorse for what he had done. Considering his social status, playing around with women was a trivial matter to him. What was the big deal anyway. Emily was the one he was to marry at last and nothing would change fact. This was the best love he had to offer her. What he did just then before Emily was for her own good. If she could not tolerate such instances, how would she be his gentle and kind wife. Hogan Company. Emily decided to suppress her traumatic experience and focus on her work, but one way or the other, there was always someone or something that would go against her wishes. "Hey, Rose! Did Mr. Jack dump Emily. Look at how depressed she looks!" "Yeah, you and Mr. Jack look good together!" "I knew it! How did Mr. Jack ever stand such a phony woman like her? Rose and Jack are more suited for each other..." Listening to the flatteries and compliments from her female colleagues boosted Rose's ego and greatly filled her vanity. She pretended to be displeased and insisted, "Stop! Emily and I are good friends. I don't want to hurt her..." "Are you done." Emily looked at her in disdain, "If you are done, please stop disgusting me." "How could you say that, Emily." Rose bit her underlip; she was unwilling to accept such words from Emily. The people around Rose are always fickle and devious. They resorted to provocation and said, "Oh, my! Check this woman's attitude! Rose, you don't have to talk to her in such polite manner! She deserves this!" "Please say no more." Rose shook her head, but smirked slightly, "You've misunderstood me, Emily. I was just trying to comfort you." She feigned sincerity, but her heart was full of pride. They'd been friends since they were in college, but in comparison, Emily seemed to be better than her at everything; even Emily's boyfriend had better features and family background than Rose's. Why. Rose, however, didn't believe that she was second to Emily. She tried every means to surpass Emily, including stealing her boyfriend. Finally, she had managed to break them up and it was proof that Emily had lost to her in love. Her superiority complex was soaring off the charts. Emily clenched her fists, glared at her pretentious face coldly and said, "So, it must feel good to be Jack's mistress." "No, that was not my intention. It was Jack who..." With a hint of pretentious helplessness and kindness in her tone, Rose walked close to Emily all of a sudden, and gently asked, "How can you blame me, if you can't even keep your boyfriend in check. He'd never ever touch you. Instead, he'd rather choose me or any other woman. Also, you couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed it..." Rose wore a dress that specifically highlighted her shoulders, just to show off the marks Jack had left. Emily was nauseated by the sight of Rose's shoulders; with a hint of disgust in her eyes, she said to her, "Sorry, I was wrong. You're not a mistress, you're just one of Jack's cheap women." As to the affair, she wasn't bothered by Rose anymore because it was a well-know