Chapter 688

Lawrence was so torn up, drowning in regret. He blurted out, "If you hadn't messed with Melissa back then, I wouldn't have been so easily played by Darcy and ended up hating you so much. Yeah, I was dumb to trust Darcy for so long. But even during those three years, while I hated you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. When you came back, you had all these guys around you. I hated you, messed with you, but I couldn't stop looking at you. Every time I let Darcy in, it was just me venting 'cause I couldn't win you over. Only Jeremy knows I've always loved you. Later, for my spinal cord, I had to make a deal with Ishara. I screwed up so many times until I lost you for good.

People say having all the chances but blowing them describes someone like me. I used to think I could keep you locked down. I stubbornly believed that as long as I was strong, I could always control you. Even if you hated me, I thought I had time to make you love me. Everything I did was for us to be together. I tried so hard, but why does it end with us being apart forever? Why is God so cruel, punishing me by not letting me love you? I'm now impotent!"

A raw, anguished roar ripped from his throat, his handsome face twisted with pain as he looked at her, his heart shattering. Maybe knowing it was hopeless, he grabbed her face and kissed her hard.

"Winnie, I'm a wreck. We hooked up so many times on the island, and now God won't let me be with you anymore. If this is a dream, forgive me for clinging to this last bit of hope."

His lips crashed onto hers, and Winnie was pinned by his waist, the taste of blood filling their mouths and spreading over his body.

He'd lost it, and she had nowhere to run.

Her beautiful eyes widened in anger, filled with tears. She absolutely didn't want anything to happen with him again!

She'd never forgive him for the humiliation on the island!

But in a moment of blankness, she actually paused her resistance.

Winnie's waist touched his, and she thought about the bandage on his body again. Combining it with his earlier self-destructive words, her heart trembled. 'Is he really in trouble?'

Winnie blinked, staring at his passionate kiss, and then took the moment to check.

He seemed to have no reaction.

Her mind went even blanker, and she gasped!

'Clearly, he's so drunk he doesn't know what he's doing.

But if he were a normal guy, he'd definitely have a physiological reaction. On the island, he had endless energy and always performed well in terms of desire.

Can it be that he's really ruined?

So, he's crying now,' she thought.

Winnie's face pressed against his tears, her heart trembling, feeling complicated. She remembered his drunken words, saying he had always loved her whether he was with Darcy or Ishara.

Sometimes he held back and hid it, but he was always working hard for them.

He didn't understand why it ended like this.

She didn't understand either.

Winnie's eyes slowly turned red, but he was right; all of this was his own doing.

Including his current problem with his penis, it was karma for tormenting her endlessly on the island.

Winnie blinked away her tears and finally pushed him away forcefully.

Lawrence's tall and handsome body no longer resisted. Exhausted and in pain, he slowly collapsed by the bathtub.

Winnie wiped her lips clean, staring at his ridiculously handsome face with a mix of emotions. No wonder he'd been acting so weird lately. She got it now-losing his manhood, especially for someone as fiery as him, must've been a killer blow.

No wonder he called that day, saying out of nowhere that he'd never marry or have kids in this lifetime.

In this state, he really had no choice but to be alone.

Such a huge blow would make him so depressed.

Winnie stared at the scars on his face, feeling bitter and unable to describe her emotions.

She didn't feel happy or relieved. Instead, her heart felt heavy and suddenly a bit sour.

Maybe she pitied him.

After a while, Winnie sighed deeply, thinking he definitely couldn't take a bath in this state, so she had no choice but to wipe his body down. When it came to that wrapped wound, Winnie finally carefully unwrapped it, cleaned it meticulously with iodine and antiseptic, and then applied the wound medicine she had bought.

She took a blanket from the bed and covered him, then turned on a heater in the bathroom.

After doing all this, she gently closed the door and left.

But when she returned to the hotel parking lot, Winnie sat in the car for a long time, somewhat dazed.

'I haven't expected so many things to happen to him all of a sudden.

Who has ruined his manhood? Could it have been when he was at the police station?

It is really unbelievable,' she thought.

The next morning,

Winnie woke up and went downstairs with her two sons for breakfast as Rock was waiting outside to take her to the Blanchet group headquarters.

Winnie handled some documents in the car and then realized that Rock hadn't said much today, and the atmosphere seemed a bit unusual.

Just as she was about to speak, the car arrived at the Blanchet group's entrance.

Rock then turned to look at her and said, "Winnie, we're here."

Winnie looked at his gentle eyes, noticing that Rock rarely seemed particularly down; in other words, his emotions were not easily visible.

So she often found it hard to tell what he was really thinking.

"Rock, you seem a bit distracted today?" Winnie probed.

Rock touched the steering wheel and smiled. "I'm fine. Go on up."

Winnie nodded. "Drive carefully, and text me when you get to the Harrington Group."

Rock nodded, then suddenly stared into her eyes as he said, "Winnie, I heard that Lawrence was beaten up last night."

Winnie was stunned for a moment.

Then she opened the car door, her expression unchanged, though she felt a bit guilty inside. "It's none of my business."

Rock looked at her cool face under her hair, slowly pulling a smile. "Yeah, he's got nothing to do with us anymore.

By the way, Winnie, I mentioned the big project between the Harrington Group and the Blanchet Group a few days ago. Have you thought about it? Now that you're a minor director at the Blanchet Group, you can make decisions on many collaborations. I just want to help you increase your business, and at the same time, the Blanchet family's status can make the Harrington Group shine. After all, we're family, and we shouldn't waste resources."

Winnie blinked, hesitating for a moment. She had been considering this matter.

'Rock wanting to collaborate with the Blanchet family isn't a big deal; we are indeed family.

However, I feel that he hasn't been like this before. He has never shown an interest in connecting with the Blanchet family.

Moreover, the Harrington Group already has a deep collaboration with Triton Jewelry.,' she thought.

Winnie said with a smile, "Rock, you know the Blanchet family isn't just up to me."