Calla sneaked a glance at Mercer's face and quickly lowered her head again. Why did he come back? What did he want? Was he here to see her make a fool of herself?At this moment, Mercer couldn't help but smile. Touching his chin, he had a faint smile on his lips.Fortunately, the nurse was in the room. She unfolded the folding bed and placed it in an empty spot by the window. She then thoughtfully made the bed with blankets, all while wearing a big smile and saying something to Mercer.Calla couldn't hear what they were saying, but she saw the young and beautiful nurse looking at Mercer with shining eyes. Like a rabbit seeing a carrot, a mouse seeing some cheese, or a courtesan seeing a client.Calla inwardly chastised herself just in time. How could she think such crude thoughts? The nurse seemed so innocent!When Calla saw Mercer speaking with the nurse, her anger boiled over. She didn't understand why she felt this way. Even so, the feeling was undeniably real.They talked for
The next moment, a shadow moved forward, grabbed her shoulder, and sealed her lips with a kiss."Mmm... Mmm..." The sudden kiss left Calla stunned. Once she realized what was happening, she started to resist him.She pounded on his shoulders with her fists, but her punches felt like soft taps to Mercer. Instead of doing him any harm, hitting him only left her exhausted.Unable to fend off his strong advances, Calla couldn't help feeling nervous. After all, they were at a hospital, and it wasn't even 9:00 pm yet. As the hallway outside was still brightly lit, she could occasionally see people walking by through the glass window on the door. How could he do this under such circumstances?Although Calla was both embarrassed and angry, Mercer's kiss was fierce and overwhelming—like a flood breaking through a dam. She couldn't resist him at all.Just when she felt she was about to suffocate from being pressed down by him, he finally let go of her lips, allowing her to breathe fresh a
Sure enough, it was him. The person holding her was Mercer!Calla felt conflicted when she met his gaze.What was wrong with her? Didn't she hate him? Didn't she want him to leave and never cross paths with her again? Why did her heart ache so much when he left just now? But now, why was she so happy to see him come back?Oh, goodness! She must have sunk into his abyss!What should she do? What could she do?But Mercer didn't give her much time to think. He lowered his head and kissed her again.This time, his kiss wasn't domineering or forceful. It was gentle and filled with deep affection, a tenderness that tugged at her emotions. Of course, he still tried to provoke her.However, Calla didn't resist this time. Instead, she passively accepted his advances by placing her hands on his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath her palms.His hands were warm and firm. With just a few caresses, Mercer had her breathless.She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't control herself.
This time, she had no reservations, shyness, or thoughts about what would happen afterward. To hell with all of it!After more than half an hour, Calla lay contentedly on the hospital bed, with Mercer holding her waist and panting heavily.They both eventually calmed down.Feeling uncomfortable being held by him, Calla lightly slapped his hand and pointed to the folding bed by the window, indicating that he should sleep there.Mercer pretended not to understand her. His fingers wandered over her skin.In truth, Calla hated herself right now. Even though there was a saying that women were emotional creatures, she now found herself behaving like a predator. She hated herself as much as she hated the man holding her waist. None of the earlier—explicit—events would have happened if he hadn’t persistently bothered her.Thinking of this, Calla angrily brushed his arm away. She then looked down in search of her abandoned hospital gown.After putting on her clothes, she tossed his p
"What's wrong? Do you not feel well?" Mercer looked at the grim-faced Calla with concern.At that moment, Calla stared wide-eyed at Mercer. It wasn't because of his handsomeness or his concern for her—it was because she could hear his voice. Hadn't she gone deaf? What was going on? How could she suddenly regain her hearing overnight?Calla stood there, unable to process this fact. Meanwhile, Mercer suddenly realized that Calla might not have heard him. He quickly ran to the folding bed. When he came back, he had his phone in hand and quickly typed out a message."Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? Should I get the doctor?"After reading the message on the phone, Calla suddenly didn't feel like admitting that her hearing had returned. She genuinely didn't know how to face Mercer or what to say to him. What exactly was their relationship now? Were they each other's exes? Lovers? Boyfriend and girlfriend? None of these labels seemed to fit—they all felt awkward and inappropriat
Hell, Calla thought that her hearing might be even sharper now than it was before.She turned her head toward the door. However, she quickly realized she shouldn't react. She told herself that she shouldn't show any awareness of sounds, or her secret would be exposed.Sure enough, a moment later, she saw a figure holding a large bag approach her out of the corner of her eye.Mercer placed a large black plastic bag on the bed and quickly pulled out his phone to type a message."I bought them. Are these okay?"Upon opening the enormous bag, Calla was stunned. Inside were at least 30 packages of sanitary pads ranging from night use, day use, liners, to heavy flow, and from all major brands.Calla was speechless upon seeing this. This supply could last her for over half a year! Was he trying to buy out the entire supermarket?Calla glanced at Mercer, opened her mouth to speak, then quickly closed it when she remembered her decision. She took his phone and typed a message."Why did
Calla quietly agreed the instant she heard the suggestion.This arrangement was ideal. She wouldn't be able to continue working at Brightway anyway, and finding a job was tough in the current market. The compensation would help her get by for a while.Sure, it might seem undignified and lacking in self-respect, but poor people couldn't afford to be prideful. That was a luxury only the wealthy could indulge in. Besides, her hearing had already returned; the deafness was only temporary. Even if they went to court, she wouldn't win much more than a settlement.Though she didn't like Wanda's haughty attitude, she didn't want to make enemies of her or Pierre, who had helped her a lot in the past."What if Calla's hearing loss is permanent? Shouldn't Wanda go to jail?" Mercer demanded, pointing angrily at Wanda."Mercer—" Pierre frowned."Don't tell me you're trying to settle this with money." Mercer interrupted him. "We won't accept any compensation.""Is there no room for negoti
Wanda heeded Mercer's warning and shut her mouth, not daring to say another word. She stared at Calla for a moment before asking in a softer tone, "How is she related to you?""My ex-wife," Mercer replied succinctly.Wanda's jaw dropped in shock at the reply. Calla lowered her head, pursing her lips. The revelation of her being Mercer's ex-wife had unsurprisingly stunned Wanda.The next moment, Wanda turned to Pierre, sneering. "Pierre, you've got quite the taste!"With that, she turned and left. Now, it was Pierre who stood awkwardly. Holding a bouquet, he said nervously, "Mercer, Wanda has a bit of a misunderstanding about me. You stay with Calla and take good care of her. I'll take responsibility for everything.""I pray that Wanda's just misunderstood," Mercer said with a knowing look.Pierre gave a strained smile, placing the flowers on the bedside table. "Well, I'll be going now.""Bye," Mercer forced out between his teeth.As soon as Pierre left, Mercer walked to the b