Wayne woke up to the strong smell of disinfectant filling his nostrils. Slowly, he sat up. "President Gray," his secretary approached, reaching out to help. Wayne waved his hand dismissively. "No need." After taking a moment to steady himself, he asked, "How is Christopher?" "He's not in any life-threatening danger. He had a minor surgery and is currently unconscious but stable," the secretary replied. "You have a mild concussion. The doctor said you need rest. Maybe you should sleep a bit more?" Wayne's thoughts drifted to Belinda , recalling the blood on her leg. He pressed his lips together and, after a moment of silence, asked, "How is Belinda?" "The doctor said she had a miscarriage. She has some minor scrapes but nothing serious. She woke up just before I came in. She's in the room next door," the secretary hesitated before adding, "Do you want me to call her over?" Wayne raised his hand, signaling that it wasn't necessary. His feelings were complicated. He had always f
"Dad, Mom, you have to save me! If you don't, I'll definitely end up in jail," Adrian pleaded desperately, clutching onto Caroline. Andrew looked at his son with disappointment and asked coldly, "What did you do this time?" The word "this time" made it clear that this wasn't his first mistake. "I... I was just practicing for my driver's license. I thought I'd take my sister's car for a spin to learn, but I crashed it..." "What?!" Andrew nearly exploded with anger. "Last time, you almost blinded someone with a barbecue skewer. I had to spend money and apologize to resolve it. And now, just a few days later, you've caused trouble again. You don't even have your license yet, and you dared to drive? Are you tired of living?" "Andrew, please don't get so angry. He's your only son. You have to find a way to save him. He hasn't even finished his studies yet; he can't go to jail. If he does, what future will he have? The car belongs to Scarlett, right? Just say it was Scarlett driving...
"I'm Bryan. Scarlett has been injured and is in the operating room," Bryan Willow said, standing at the door of the surgery room. Beatrice's heart leapt into her throat. "What happened? Is my daughter hurt?" Bryan nodded. "Yes." "Which hospital?" Beatrice was frantic, her worry detectable. "The Second District Hospital." "Got it," Beatrice said, hanging up the phone and hurrying to catch a cab to the hospital. At the hospital. Inside the operating room, Scarlett clutched the doctor's sleeve. "Is there any hope for my baby?" After the examination, it was confirmed that one of the babies couldn't be saved and had already been lost. However, the other one still had a chance. "Are you sure you want to try to save it?" the doctor asked. Scarlett's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her lips cracked and bleeding. She rasped, "Yes, please. Do whatever you can." The doctor nodded. "I'll do my best." The doctor performing the surgery on Scarlett was the top gynecologist at the Sec
Wayne took the file, which contained information on Scarlett and frowned. "Is this the driver responsible for the accident?" The driver he saw was a boy! His secretary, unaware of why Wayne's expression had changed, replied honestly, "The car involved in the accident is registered under Miss Norman..." "Just because it's registered under her name, does that mean she was driving?" Wayne got out of bed, glaring coldly at the secretary. "Is Scarlett the person you reprimanded?" The secretary lowered her head, not daring to make a sound. "I'm asking you a question!" Wayne was furious! The secretary had no choice but to answer, "Yes." Wayne was so angry he was breathing heavily. The secretary quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't handle it well." Wayne ignored her and quickly walked out. Belinda was waiting at the door, wanting to see Wayne.After the car accident, she had a legitimate reason to claim that her child was not at fault. Surely, Wayne wouldn't have anything to say
"Does it hurt?" It really did hurt back then. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of losing a child. She lowered her eyes, refusing to respond. Wayne grabbed her hand, preventing her from moving, and leaned down to kiss her lips. "Mmm... Are you crazy?!" Wayne smirked, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "When I speak, you answer. It's called manners. If you don't understand manners, I'll teach you. That kiss was a punishment. If you continue to resist me silently, I'll punish you even more harshly." He added, "And I mean it." Scarlett, injured and desperate to protect her unborn child, didn't dare to resist too fiercely. Even though she loathed Wayne at this moment. She could only feel anger but dared not express it. She had lost her child because Belinda had performed an genetic testing without her consent, and Wayne’s subordinates had mistaken her for the driver who caused the accident, beating her until she miscarried. To her, both
Wayne turned his head and glanced at Belinda, his voice icy. "Bring him in." Belinda was stunned, her heart pounding with anxiety. "Doctor? What doctor?" Wayne sat down on the sofa in the hospital room, crossing his legs elegantly. "Didn't you say you had a miscarriage? The doctor who performed the procedure ran off without a trace? Well, I brought him back." Belinda nearly collapsed to the floor in fear. After the car accident, she was the first to wake up. She had spent a large sum of money to bribe the doctor, instructing him to tell Wayne's secretary that she had miscarried. Then the doctor took the money and disappeared. And now he was brought back? "Wayne, listen to me..." "In a moment, you'll have your chance to speak. Don't rush." Suddenly, he leaned forward, the intense pressure of his presence sweeping over her. Belinda's legs went weak, and she fell to the ground, trembling. She crawled forward slowly, cautiously grabbing Wayne's trouser pants leg. "Please, don't li
A nightlight cast a dim glow in the hospital room. The light was faint and drowsy. Wayne made sure Scarlett was sound asleep before he closed the door and walked to her bedside. He kept his head down. Over the past few days, Scarlett had regained some color. Her cheeks were smooth and soft like warm jade, her pink lips were delicate and rosy, and her black hair lay scattered, with a stray lock resting on her brow, adding a touch of allure. Wayne couldn't help but reach out and gently caress her cheek. His fingertips brushed against her skin, feeling its silky texture. His brow furrowed slightly. Perhaps it tickled, as Scarlett turned her head and moved a bit. Wayne quickly withdrew his hand. "Mmm—" Scarlett turned over, her back now facing him as she continued to sleep on her side. As she turned, she pulled the blanket with her. Wayne carefully covered her again, then lay down beside her in the narrow space, also on his side, facing her. He buried his face into the back of
If it weren't for the fact that Scarlett was injured, he might have strangled her right then and there. Marrying him, did she have to endure such humiliation? Scarlett pretended not to hear him. But her trembling eyelashes betrayed the fact that she was still awake. Wayne closed his eyes, forcing himself to suppress his anger. He took a deep breath, sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch her face. Scarlett couldn't hold back and turned her head away. Wayne chuckled, "Not pretending anymore?" "Pretending? I just woke up," she said lazily, stretching on purpose. "What do you want?" "You're my wife. Of course, I have to check on you," he replied, still smiling. "Has Mrs. Robert been taking good care of you lately?" Scarlett nodded. Mrs. Robert was indeed wonderful, taking care of her meticulously. Her quick recovery was largely thanks to Mrs. Robert. "When will you be discharged?" he asked. Scarlett would rather stay in the hospital than go back to the vill
The person who entered was none other than Scarlett's father, Andrew "Wayne didn't touch Adrian. Think about it, have you offended anyone else who might want to take revenge on your son?" "Not Wayne?" Andrew was clearly skeptical. "He's lying to you. If it wasn't him, who else could it be? I haven't offended anyone who would target Adrian. It has to be Wayne, no one else." Scarlett asked, "Do you have any evidence?" "Didn't he hit Wayne's assistant’s car? He's still in the hospital, along with one of his lovers..." "Alright, Dad, you should investigate this thoroughly," Scarlett interrupted, not wanting to listen to Andrew's assumptions, especially since they involved Belinda . "Wayne didn't make things difficult for you because of this, did he?" Andrew finally remembered to ask if his daughter had been implicated.Scarlett's lips curled into a cold smile. "It's rare that you remembered me." The sarcasm in her tone was so evident that Andrew could easily hear it. "It's not tha
Seeing her cautious and shocked expression, Wayne deliberately asked in a teasing tone, "You don't remember what happened last night?" The way he dragged out the words "last night" made it sound even more suggestive, leading her mind to wander. "Last night?" She vaguely remembered accompanying Wayne to the hospital and falling asleep on the way back. After that, her memory was a complete blank. How Wayne had carried her to the room and undressed her, she had no recollection of it at all. As she carefully assessed her body, she didn't feel any discomfort. Having been through such experiences before, she knew what signs to look for if something had really happened. Wayne seemed to sense her thoughts and gently tapped her nose. "I wouldn't do anything without your consent." Scarlett inexplicably felt a wave of relief wash over her. "It's getting late. Time to get up!" Knowing she would feel embarrassed, Wayne got out of bed first and left the room, giving her some spa
Scarlett tilted her head up, staring at him with a cold expression. "Let go of me!" Instead of releasing her, Wayne tightened his grip. Scarlett could barely breathe from the pressure.Wayne's face was serious. "The moment you rushed into my arms, I didn't want to let you go."Scarlett's heart skipped a beat. Is that why he didn't call immediately? She stopped struggling. Her face pressed against his chest. With her eyes closed, she could feel nothing but his presence. "Can you tell me where you went on the night of our wedding?" She finally asked. She needed to confirm her suspicions. Wayne's expression faltered for a moment. That night, he had encountered some issues and met Belinda, and then... "Why are you asking this?" he said, his voice low. He really didn't want to bring up Belinda. "I want to know. Can't you tell me?" She looked up at him. "I was abroad, handling company matters," he said. He couldn't possibly tell Scarlett that he had lost control and ended up wi
It was a tiny diamond from Scarlett gown. The diamond fell onto the marble floor, leading towards a flat lawn. Wayne noticed the footprints. Scarlett's gown required high heels, and though she wore shoes with heels, they were the chunky kind, a style rarely seen nowadays, making them easy to identify. He stepped onto the lawn, searching. When he discovered a path, he didn't hesitate and followed it. Scarlett was absent from the party. This could only mean she might have stepped out. The path grew narrower and more secluded, and soon he found himself in front of a rose garden. The sky was dark, and the surroundings were hard to discern. "Help, is anyone there..." Just as Wayne was about to turn back, he thought he heard a voice. He followed the sound, "Scarlett?" Scarlett didn't hear him, so she couldn't respond. Inside the dark hole, she couldn't see anything and was terrified. The area was overgrown with thorny bushes, and everything was damp. She curled
Jackson was equally surprised. Wayne Gray was a well-known bachelor, not only unmarried but also never seen with a girlfriend. He always attended events with male assistants by his side. So, it was indeed surprising to see him suddenly show up with a woman. "What should we do then?" Bella Wells whined, clinging to her father. "You said you would introduce me to him." Jackson certainly hoped to have Wayne as his son-in-law. However, with a woman now appearing by Wayne's side, and without knowing her relationship with him, it was impossible to rashly introduce his daughter to Wayne. "Bella, you should go back for now. Let me find out more about the woman with him first," Jackson said. "Dad, you've been preparing for this for days, and I've been looking forward to it for so long. All this effort just to get you to introduce me to him. Now, if we give up, all our preparations will be wasted!" Bella was clearly unwilling. She had accidentally come across Wayne's photo in a fi
Was Scarlett regretting it? Regretting her past with that man? Otherwise, why would she have said what she just did?"I..." Scarlett opened her mouth, about to speak, but Wayne silenced her with a kiss.Suddenly, the lights went out.It was unclear whether it was a power outage or a short circuit.In any case, the power was cut off. Everything plunged into darkness. It felt like they were back to that night.Yet, they were doing the most intimate thing in the world.Scarlett, as if guided by some unseen force, closed her eyes and did not push Wayne away. Instead, she actively responded to his kiss.Wayne, encouraged by her response, demanded even more.They lost themselves in each other... kissing passionately.In that moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.It was a moment where thinking seemed impossible.Their minds went blank, and everything was controlled by the other. "We should break up. I don't love you..."The power came back on suddenly, the lights
Scarlett froze. Wayne's expression changed in an instant. "Mark, you got the wrong person, your mom is over there." An elderly lady quickly picked up the child and apologized to Scarlett, "I'm sorry, the child didn't see clearly and mistook you for someone else. Your clothes..." Scarlett looked down and saw sticky sugar from a candy apple smeared on her pants. She smiled and said, "It's okay." Tonight, there were many people, all bringing their children to see the lanterns. It was understandable that the child made a mistake. Just now, Scarlett had clearly noticed Wayne's reaction and asked, "Do you really dislike children?" It wasn't that he disliked children. Wayne replied casually, "I don't like the idea of you having children." Scarlett thought of the child in her womb, lowered her eyes, and let her hair fall to cover her face. "What if I do have a child?" "How could I ever let you give birth to a bastard to disgust me?" After saying that, Wayne turned around. "Let's g
Her tear-filled eyes were caught by Wayne. She quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile. If Wayne hadn't seen it himself, he would have thought he was imagining things. She had cried. But why? Was it because Belinda had pulled her hair today and she felt wronged? Wayne walked in. "Do you want me to find a martial arts school for you?" Scarlett was speechless. What was he talking about? "Weren't you upset because Belinda hit you today?" Wayne sat down on the sofa, draping one arm over the backrest while unbuttoning his suit with the other. Scarlett replied, "She's not worth it." Wayne asked, "Then why were you crying?" Scarlett stubbornly denied, "When did I cry?" Wayne frowned so deeply that his brows nearly knitted together. This woman—seriously! He had clearly seen it. Would it kill her to show a bit of vulnerability in front of him? Constantly putting up a facade was truly annoying! He got up and walked upstairs. He didn't bother looking at her.
Belinda quickly let go of her grip and turned the tables, "Scarlett got furious because I told you she helped me. She hit me and insulted me. I had no choice but to defend myself."She positioned herself as the victim."Is that so?"Wayne had already heard from his man that it was Belinda who had lashed out in anger. She could lie without even blushing.His gaze was icy as he stared at Belinda.Belinda, unsure why he kept looking at her, feigned weakness, "You have to stand up for me!" Her shamelessness and ability to twist the truth were truly astonishing.Wayne had seen it all now.If Wayne hadn't arranged for someone to monitor Scarlett and see everything clearly, he might have believed Belinda's story."If she insulted and hit you, tell me, what exactly did she say?""She called me... she called me shameless, said I was trying to seduce you, blamed me for telling you the truth. She even scratched my neck with her nails. If you don't believe me, look."She deliberately tugged at he