The door of Sleepless City was flung open, and in came a dozen bodyguards dressed in black. The rowdy mood of the party was immediately suspended. Then, a man entered the venue in a wheelchair. He wore a silver mask that covered his features. The only thing visible was a pair of dark, obsidian eyes emitting a penetrating glow. He seemed to have left wherever he came from on short notice, evident by the fact that he was wearing casual clothes one would wear at home paired with common slippers. The bodyguard pushing the wheelchair was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. One could immediately tell that he was no common folk, which also went to show that the man in the wheelchair had to be someone of high status. “Who is this man? Why haven't I seen him before?” “He has to be someone from the underground. Judging by his mask, I’m guessing he’s hiding some kind of scar.” “Look, even the boss of Sleepless City is coming out to greet him. He has to be a big shot.” “Do
The man in the wheelchair locked his jaw tightly and glanced at her other wrist that was not placed on Howard’s shoulders. He then snarled, “Do you not recognize me, Mrs. Fowler?” As soon as he spoke, Mable propped an arm against her waist and declared loudly, “Don't... Don’t call me Mrs. Fowler. I am not— Hic— Mrs. Fowler.” The man in the wheelchair shot an icy glare at her. Even with the mask on, one could feel his expression turning into a deep scowl. The mention of Blair alone was enough to make Mable’s heart throb with pain. She swung herself away from Howard and staggered back a few steps before ranting out loud to nobody in particular, “Screw you! Blair, you’re such a prick. You’re the worst…” She looked around wildly while ranting and failed to recognize the familiar figure. ‘Blair, where are you? ‘Why haven't you come for me?’ Mable was starting to doubt herself at this point. The only evidence she had that Blair was alive was when she heard Amos speaking t
Inside Sleepless City.The music and dazzling lights had ceased, and the people inside gradually dispersed, leaving the surroundings quiet. Mable sat on the man's lap, one hand resting on his shoulder, the other rubbing her head."Ugh."Her head was spinning, and she was feeling nauseous."Feeling unwell?"The man wrapped an arm around her waist, pinching her chin to make her look up at him. Mable's mood had plummeted to the extreme, and the man's action reminded her of Blair; he liked to pinch her chin.Mable's nose tingled, and instinctively, she raised her hand, slapping the man's hand away. "Don't touch me."The man's hand stiffened, dangerous glints flickering in his eyes behind the mask.He suddenly tightened his arm, firmly restraining Mable, who struggled to stand up in his embrace. "Don't want me to touch you? Then who will you allow to touch you? Howard? Or some other man?"Mable's sluggish mind slowly recalled that Howard, who had been with her for a long time j
The man headed to the bathroom after putting Mable on the bed. Soon, the sound of running water filled the room. It lasted less than ten minutes. When the man emerged from the bathroom after his shower, he was casually draped in a robe with water droplets trailing down his neck.Looking at the seemingly sleeping woman on the bed, the man frowned and approached. Upon closer inspection, a gruesome scar was visible on her right calf.The man helped Mable up and reached to undo her dress. However, as soon as he touched her belt, Mable suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed his wrist, twisting it fiercely.The man quickly reacted, using his other hand to block her.Mable pushed herself up, nearly stumbling, and grabbed onto the bedpost for support, pointing shakily at the man before her. "Who are you? How dare you try to undress me. You must be out of your mind!"Though heavily intoxicated and barely able to recognize faces, Mable's subconscious still knew how to protect herself.
Mable cried in the man's arms for a long time until she grew weary and fell into a fitful sleep.The man looked at the tear-streaked face of the sleeping woman in his arms. Her brows furrowed even in sleep, and his eyes filled with concern.He gently lifted her and carried her to the bathroom.Before long, the sound of running water filled the bathroom.The room had no clean clothes. After the shower, the man wrapped Mable in a bathrobe and carried her back to the bedroom.Placing Mable on the bed, the man took out his phone and made a call."Send over a set of clean women's clothing."The person on the other end of the line acknowledged and hung up.Sitting on the edge of the bed, the man lifted the strands of hair around Mable's temples with his fingers, his deep black eyes full of love beneath his mask."Mabes, I'm sorry."He leaned down, gently kissing her lips. "Just wait a little longer, okay?"The next day.Mable woke up to bright daylight streaming in from outside.
Mable stepped out of the bedroom and spotted a set of brand-new dress at the foot of the bed. She picked it up, noticing it was just her size. The dress had a high collar, perfectly covering the marks on her neck.After changing into the dress, Mable walked out of the room, only then realizing that this was not a hotel but a suite above Sleepless City.She immediately summoned the manager of Sleepless City and inquired who had brought her up last night.The boss of Sleepless City looked embarrassed and awkwardly replied, "Mrs. Fowler, I wasn't here last night, so I'm not sure what happened."Mable pressed on. "Then pull up the surveillance footage!"The boss’ expression turned even more awkward. "Mrs. Fowler, it's quite unfortunate. Sleepless City is undergoing a major inspection, preparing to install a new batch of surveillance cameras. The old ones have been removed but not yet replaced, so..."Mable frowned, giving Sleepless City boss a cold stare. "So, you're telling me tha
Meanwhile, in Italee at Joseph's villa.Amos brought a prepared gift to attend Joseph's birthday banquet. It was not much of a birthday bash, more like a family gathering. Joseph did not invite too many people; the guests were all close relatives. Amos had thought Joseph's birthday celebration would be grand. Otherwise, he would not have invited his wife. However, it turned out to be a small-scale affair. This suited Joseph's low-key nature.After delivering the gift and exchanging pleasantries, Amos left. Once he was gone, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man beside Joseph asked, "What a pity. I thought I would get to meet Blair's wife."Joseph looked at the man beside him and patted his shoulder. "It's alright, Liam. We'll find an opportunity to meet her next time."The young man named Liam pondered for a moment and asked, "Uncle Joseph, is Blair's wife really that similar to the woman my third uncle likes?"His third uncle had a photo of a woman in his wallet and carried it
Wilbur glanced at the wheelchair beside him, his expression slightly easing. "Good thing you know how to use the wheelchair."Blair looked down at his legs, silent for a few seconds before asking, "Dr. Hammond, can my leg fully recover?"The explosion at sea had pierced his right leg's major artery, causing significant blood loss and bone damage, making it difficult to recover.Wilbur understood Blair's concerns and said, "As long as you cooperate with treatment, full recovery is possible. Even if you can't fully restore them, I can ensure you'll walk normally without needing a wheelchair or crutches."Blair nodded. "Thanks, Dr. Hammond."Wilbur approached the bedside. "Let me check your wounds."Blair had several wounds of varying sizes, but the most severe was the gunshot wound to his heart.Despite the bullet being a blank, the close range could have been fatal.Fortunately, he was prepared and narrowly escaped death.After examining Blair, Wilbur discussed the treatment pl