"I'm Paxton's twin brother, Samuel," the man introduced himself. "Usually, I operate in the shadows. Aside from Mr. Zane, my elder brother, and my mother, you're the fourth person to know of my existence."Abigail was surprised. "So secretive? Then why let me in on it?""Because you're one of the few people Mr. Zane trusts. I don't mind letting you know," Samuel said."But I do mind," Abigail retorted. "I'm just an assistant. I don't want to know things about Mr. Zane that should be kept secret. I don't want to get too involved and be blamed if something goes wrong.""If something happens, you can't exactly stay uninvolved because you're not an outsider," Samuel shot back.Abigail crinkled her nose in distaste. "Why is it that you're chattier than your brother? You're supposed to be this mysterious figure by Mr. Zane's side; can't you maintain some of that mystery? There are things you should keep to yourself.""You're quite talkative yourself," Samuel countered."Do you know wh
'The bullet tore through his chest, missing his heart by a mere fifth of an inch?' Abigail did not need to read through the rest of the medical history about Xander's health. Just this one sentence alone was enough to send chills down her spine and make her heart pound in her chest. "Dr. Watson, when did this happen?" she asked, wondering, 'Why haven't I heard about this before?'Dr. Watson slowly said, "Over a decade ago. Xander had just taken over Zane Corporation and was negotiating a deal in Alvonia when a competitor played dirty. He was inches from death. After our team fought for a day and a night, we finally pulled him back from the brink. But as soon as he woke up, there were more problems. He had to go sign contracts, despite his weakened state, and that set the stage for his current condition. If Xander had listened to us and taken proper rest, he wouldn't be in such a situation. But he's been running around these years, rarely taking a break. He barely takes care of himself
"Can't you tell me?" Abigail pressed.Dr. Watson frowned. "It doesn't seem particularly relevant to Xander's condition.""It's of great importance. Please, Dr. Watson, I need you to be honest," Abigail insisted.Dr. Watson seemed to think for a moment before responding, "A very long time. Longer than Dr. Sander."Abigail knew that with Xander's personality, he would not put all his eggs in one basket. Even if Dr. Sander and her son betrayed him while he was unconscious, he would still have others he could rely on. "Until Mr. Zane wakes up, I'm counting on you to stay by his side, Dr. Watson. No one else should touch his medication, especially Dr. Sander." Abigail was not petty; she simply knew that the emotional state of Dr. Sander and her son was unstable. They could potentially act against Xander out of hatred. Xander was helpless at the moment; they could not afford to take any chances. Even though she was not comfortable acknowledging her role as his wife, the fact remained tha
Abigail was not sure whether her words were reaching Xander. She sat quietly, her eyes glued to his face. Xander's face was even paler than it had appeared through the glass window, devoid of any color, like a thin sheet of paper that could be punctured by the slightest touch. She thought, 'Even sick as a dog, his face is still handsome, a kind of morbidly captivating charm. Did his parents make some pact with the divine to create such a perfect face?'After staring at Xander for a while and feeling awkward for scrutinizing him so closely, she finally spoke up, "Have you forgotten about Essy and your grandma, Mr. Zane? Your grandma is old, Essy is still young, and you're their rock. Ever thought about what they'd do if something happened to you?"As she spoke, Abigail watched Xander, hoping for any sign of a reaction. She recounted many things about his grandmother and Esther. Even as her words filled the room, Xander remained motionless, no twitch of a finger or flutter of eyelids l
'Why the heck is this happening?' Abigail did not understand. She wanted to summon Dr. Watson. When she attempted to rise, she realized Xander was clutching her hand. As she tried to pull away gently, his grip only tightened."Mr. Zane, if you're awake, cut the act, okay? Don't scare us like that."Abigail had a reason to suspect Xander was pretending, as it seemed improbable for an unconscious man to hold her hand with such force. She extended her other hand and lightly pinched the back of his hand. She did it hard enough that if he were faking unconsciousness, there would be some physical reaction. But Xander showed no sign of response, leaving her utterly disappointed. As to why he had opened his eyes and grabbed her hand, calling her name, Abigail could not explain—she was no doctor.'I need to get Dr. Watson here ASAP.'Abigail tried once more to free her hand, but to no avail. Adding more force did not change the outcome. It was as if her hand had fused with Xander's, and no
Melody wanted to argue in Xander's defense, but her words fell short. Not only was Xander the object of many women's fantasies but he was also the center of many rumors. Among the tales circulating, the most notorious one was of him seizing power, coldly casting his own father into prison. He had long been branded a man who disowned his kin.Felix continued, "If Xander really did harm Caterpie, he'd ensure there would be no trace left behind. We wouldn't even get to see Caterpie's body. Should we call the cops now?"His speculations were growing more and more outrageous, and Melody nervously swallowed. "Caterpie is his legal wife. She's been by his side, working tirelessly for such a long time. He wouldn't go that far, would he?"Felix shot her a glare. "Even now, you're still defending him?""No, it's not that. I..." Melody thought for a moment, then a lightbulb went off in her head. "You know, Fee, it seems to me that it's not me who's lost touch with reality but you."Felix fro
Abigail found herself stuck by Xander's side, given her hand was held tight in his. When she could no longer fight the fatigue, she drifted off, lying at the edge of his hospital bed.Unbeknownst to her, Xander's eyes slowly fluttered open just as she fell asleep. He swiftly removed his oxygen mask and the needle from his hand, got out of bed, and scooped Abigail up in his arms. He then made his way out of the ICU, heading to the room he previously occupied.His room was anything but typical. It was more luxurious than a five-star hotel suite. The bed he slept in was not a small one but a king-sized one, with ample space for two people. He gently laid Abigail on the bed and then settled next to her. He watched her peaceful, beautiful sleeping face, lightly poking her nose. "Little liar, thinking of divorcing me? Over my dead body. You can't get rid of me that easily."Swatting his hand away, Abigail muttered in her sleep, "Mel, Fee, stop messing around. I need to sleep. If I'm not r
The sudden voice jolted Abigail awake. She shot up, looking toward the source of the sound. Xander, clad in crisp white shirt and black trousers, sat at the single-seater couch by the window, one leg casually crossed over the other, a tablet in his hands—probably reading some documents. For a moment, her mind drew a blank. Then she realized she had woken up in Xander's bed. She quickly pulled back the covers to check herself and let out a sigh of relief upon seeing she was still properly dressed. Thankfully, she had always been a decent sleeper, and never had the nasty habit of undressing unconsciously in her sleep. She jumped out of the bed, tongue-tied in her surprise. "M-Mr. Zane, wh-when did you wake up? How did I end up in your bed?""You kept vigil by my bed all night. Thank you," Xander said, looking up at her.His deep and unreadable gaze added to her embarrassment. He did not really answer her question, leaving her clueless about how she ended up in his bed.Abigail stutter