Liz woke up early the next morning.

Greg exhausted her last night, but still, she opened her eyes very early.

On her side, there lay the most handsome and loving man in the world.

She grinned secretly.

She felt ecstatic, like a survivor after a disaster.

Then, she reached out to stroke Greg's brows.

The sense of happiness grew stronger and stronger in her heart.

It was hard for her to grasp the man in his hand eventually. This time, she would never let him go.

Suddenly, Liz's eyes caught sight of Greg's cell phone on the bedstand.

Liz blinked, sat up, then took the phone over and turned it on.

The password should be the date of their wedding. Greg knew it from her previous life.

Hehe...

While she was handling the phone with interest, a clear voice sounded behind her.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!"

Liz almost threw the phone away in fear. After turning around, she guiltily handed it back to the man.

Greg took the phone. Without asking further, he got up and started to get dressed.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

Liz tilted her head in thought.

"Porridge."

"Good."

He finished dressing and walked out of the room.

Liz sat on the bed and stared somewhere in a daze for a good while before getting up.

When Liz went downstairs after washing up, she saw Greg sitting at the dining table. Noticing her, the man said in a calm tone of voice, "The porridge will be ready in a minute. You may have an egg before that."

Liz nodded and got seated.

Before Liz reached out to take the egg, Greg anticipated her to peel the shell for her. After a white, he handed the egg ready to eat in her hand.

Staring at the egg, Liz felt sweet inside and warm all over.

What a gentleman Greg was.

It was definitely her blessing to marry such a handsome and tender man.

"Porridge is ready."

Greg got up, went to the kitchen, and returned with a porridge pot and a small bowl with a matching spoon.

He poured some porridge into the bowl and tasted it with the spoon.

"It's not too hot."

After glancing at Liz, he put the spoon in the bowl and handed it over to her.

Liz took the bowl and sipped the porridge.

It tasted sweet and soft, with the niblet's scent. And the temperature was just right.

"When did you learn to make porridge?"

Liz was pleasantly surprised.

Greg curled up his lips into a faint smile, replying, "Long time ago."

"I see."

Liz lowered her head.

He literally knew everything.

He was an excellent businessman out there and a fantastic porridge maker at home.

He was simply perfect.

When Liz lifted her head, she saw Greg staring at his cell phone with a complicated look in his eyes.

She was slightly stunned, then said, "Aren't you going to ask me what I have done with your phone earlier this morning?"

Greg narrowed his eyes but did not look at the woman.

"We're a married couple. You're allowed to check my phone."

Liz frowned lightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable inside.

Clearly, Greg wanted to ask her about the details. But why did not he ask but say those words?

"Aren't you afraid that I'll hurt you?"

After all, Liz had carried out countless bad deeds before.

She ran out on the wedding, almost got killed in a car accident, and hid a dagger under the pillow. These were enough for Greg to regard her as a dangerous person.

A dangerous person touched his cell phone. Why did he not ask any questions?

Greg eventually looked up at Liz.

The look in his eyes was calm with a trace of standoffish coldness.

Besides, Liz could sense subtle pain in his eyes.

The pain fell onto Liz's heart through the air.

"If you want to hurt me, go ahead," Greg said in a clear voice.

Liz was stunned, "Why? Aren't you worried about your own security?"

Greg lowered his eyes again.

"If you're really going to hurt me, I'll die at your hands, sooner or later."

That went straight to the point.

Liz abruptly had a sharp pain in her heart and was dumbfounded.

It turned out that Greg equipped himself with this mental preparation from the start of their marriage.

After torturing each other for five years, Greg eventually indirectly died at Liz's hands in the previous life.

"Greg..."

The woman wanted to say something, but Greg interrupted her.

"Any plans for today?"

Liz thought about it.

She had visited the prison and was not allowed to revisit in a few days.

Fortunately, she had warned her father about what might happen in several days.

"My marital leave is seven days, so basically, I don't have to go to work in a week. Why don't we..."

"Then I'll go to the office."

Liz paused, then replied bitterly, "Take care out there."

What she did not finish was, "Why don't we go on a trip, sort of like a honeymoon?"

They did not go on a honeymoon in the previous life.

Liz told herself to forget about it since Greg had to go to work.

Besides, she remembered that the Behrendt Group was under some pressure this time of year. The World Medical Communication Congress would be held in C Country this year. Clearly, only the Behrendt Family could shoulder the primary duties.

In the previous life, Kylie took the limelight at the World Medical Communication Congress.

However, Liz would not allow that to happen in this life as she was determined to end Kylie's good time.

After taking two steps forward, Greg turned back to see Liz standing still, not knowing what she was thinking about, and sighed.

"If you want to hang out, just do it. Don't worry that I'll ask someone to follow you, and Amor won't be watching you either."

Liz stared at the man, her lips moving, and did not say anything.

Greg turned around again and said in a mellow voice.

"Liz, I don't know if you're serious about our relationship or just trying to save your father, but as we're married, I'll never let go of you for the rest of my life.

And, since you said those words yesterday, I'll take them seriously."

With that, the man swiftly walked out.

Liz was stunned for a good while before chucking.

What a fool.

It was her pleasure that the man would never let go of her for the rest of his life.

At the Behrendt Group...

Amor was already waiting for Greg at the door.

After everything that had happened the day before, he was dazedly guessing what state Greg would be in on this day.

He saw Greg's car pulled up in the exclusive parking spot from a distance, and Greg got out of the vehicle and walked over.

Amor maintained a calm expression on his face, but actually, he was calculating.

There was nothing different about Greg's step, facial expression, hair, or outfit.

However, the look in his eyes was unusual. It seemed to be slightly gentler than ordinary times.

While Amor was in a daze, Greg bypassed him without sparing a glance at him.

Amor came to his senses and hurried to catch up with his boss. He told himself that he was having a hallucination.

"We'll continue yesterday's meeting." Greg's tone of voice was as standoffish as ever.

Amor answered with a nod, "Yes, I've arranged that properly."

At the meeting, Greg looked over at the vacant seat on the left.

"Where's Marketing Manager?"

People sitting around the vacant seat broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to reply to Greg.

Only Amor dared to speak on this occasion.

"Mr. Behrendt, he is on sick leave."

"He's sick? Wasn't he fine yesterday?" Greg frowned.

Upon seeing his frown, the meeting attendees all revealed a gloomy expression as if they saw the writing on the wall.