In Grand Imperial Garden.
Everctt put on his suit, buttoned it, and stood in front of the mirror, looking smart and scrious.
He still wore a black suit, a black shirt, and black seemed to be a symbol of him.He took the watch and
put it on his wrist.
The expensive watch matched him well.
He looked extremely powerful.He turned around to take the phone and walked out.
When he went out, he dialed a number.
"Change all the furniture in the villa"
"Okay, Mr.Weston."
Just as he was about to hang up, Davis's voice came over.
"Mr.Weston."
There was something wrong with Davis's voice.
Everett narrowed his eyes.
"Hmm.”
"Miss Johnson's agent said that you and Miss Johnson will be married on November 18th."
He got the news carly in the morning.
Just as he was about to call his boss, Mr.Weston called.
Everett stopped and looked in front indifferently.
Davis listened to the silence on his phone and did not ask whether to stop the press conference.
Because he knew that Mr.Weston would give him an answer.
"Cancel the press conference""
About a minute later, Everett said.
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Everctt looked out and his dark eyes narrowed.
In the apartment, Melody was sitting on the barstool, drinking non-stop.
Joan couldn't stand it.
She grabbed her glass and said, "Aren't you getting married? Why are you drinking like mad?"
Seeing Melody like this, she was furious.
These two months, she seemed to be a different person.
She had become more and more unfamiliar to her.
Melody's glass was gone, but she was not angry.
She smiled at Joan and said, "Getting married?"
She was asking Joan, but also asking herself.
Seeing her like this, Joan frowned.
"Isn't that so?"
She was asked to announce the wedding date.
Weren't they getting married or what? Melady shook her head and giggled.
"Joan, I want to get married to him, but he didn't take the initiative to ask my hand of marriage"
She had forced him.
She bet on their relationship for more than 20 years that he would not reject her after she sent these
messages.
Melody got up, took the remote control, and turned on the entertainment information channel.
Just in time, the reporter was reporting her wedding date.
"Last night, we got the latest news from Melody's agent, Joan.Mr.Weston proposed, and they will be
married on November 18th"
"They have known each other for many years, and they have been engaged for two years.Now we
have finally received the news that they are going to get married.Congratulations!"
Melody smiled.
"Congratulations..."
Her face was full of mockery.
Joan frowned.
"What do you mean?"
What did she mean that she wanted to marry Everett, but Everett didn't ask her hand of marriage?
Didn't she say that Everett proposed? And she agreed to it, saying their wedding date and location
were agreed by both of them.Why did she say that?
Melody threw the remote control aside and looked at Joan.
There was no smile or no expression on her face.
"He didn't propose to me.I made this up."
Joan's face suddenly changed.
"You're crazy!"
Melody curled her lips and leaned back on the sofa, looking at the crystal chandelier overhead, her
eyes filled with madness.
"Yes, I'm crazy.l am crazy because I want Cverett to me mine."
"Joan, I have known him for more than 30 years, and we've been in a relationship for almost 20
years.He had been in a third of my life.No, probably helf.I won't allow him to leave at this time."
"Absolutely not!"
In the hospital.
Olivia finally woke up around four in the afternoon.
She opened her eyes and looked blurrily at the thing in front of her eyes.
It was an LED light.
When she looked at the light, her mind went blank for a while.
She didn't know where she was or who she was.
She didn't know what she was doing.
There was nothing in her mind.
The nurse came.
Brayden was outside telling the nurse something.
Then he came in after that.
Olivia heard the door open and looked over subconsciously.
In an instant, many images flanded her mind, and her eyes gradually cleared up.
"Brayden.."
Brayden saw her opening her eyes, but stood still at the door.
It was as if he had been frozen.
Hearing Olivia's weak, hoarse voice, Brayden felt his heart hurt like hell.
He stradc over.
"You awake?"
His hand fell on her face, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable ecstasy.He had thought she
would wake up in the morning.
But she didn't wake up then.
He had been so worried and had called the doctor several times to examine her.
Only after he was sure that she would wake up did he feel a little relieved.
Now that he saw her wake up, he finally relaxed.
She was awake.She finally woke up.
"As soon as Olivia spoke, the wound on her neck hurt and she frowned.
Brayden immediately said, "Don't talk!"
Olivia did not say anything but looked at him with questioning eyes.
She was asking with her cyes that why he was here.
Braydcn looked at her.
"Why am I here? Why do you think I'm here?"
Did she think that the person he sent to protect her were good for nothings? Olivia's lips curved.
Yeah.
How could she forget? He had sent two people to protect her.
The lwo men were very dedicated and followed her all the time.
They knew what to do when they saw her being sent to the hospital.
And there was no way they wouldn't let Brayden know about her being admitted to the hospital.
Olivia said, "I'm sorry”
I made you worry about me again.
There were always many things out of control.
When she was in the president's office, she didn't expect Sissi would threaten Everett with her.
She would never expect she would prick on the tip of the knife.
What had happened in the office was beyond her expectation.
When Brayden saw her smiling as nothing had happened, anger welled up in his heart.
He didn't know he was angry at her or himself.
But he didn't let it out.
He held it back.
The doctor gave some more instructions, such as what to eat.
Because Olivia's neck was hurt, she couldn't eat or drink for several days.
Hai Brayden could only wet her lips with water.
She could only rely on the nutrient solution to maintain her body's function.
When Brayden heard this, he clenched his hands and his face became cold.
Olivia knew that he was worried about her.
She grabbed his fist and said, "I am okay."
Brayden looked at her with a surge of emotion in his eyes.
"Didn't I tell you not to talk?"
His voice was cold and deep.
Olivia was stunned.
Brayden never spoke to her in such a tone.
Brayden looked at the shock in her eyes, turned around, controlled his emotions, and said, "Don't
move.I'll go to the bathroom."
Soon, the bathroom door closed.
Olivia couldn't see the door, but she could hear the sound of it being closed.
It was loud.
He was angry.
He had never been angry with her.
Olivia lowered her eyelids.
She scared him this time.
Brayden stayed in the bathroom for about twenty minutes before coming out.
Olivia heard the sound and immediately looked at him.
As Brayden walked over, he had regained his composure.
He sat down on the bed, took her hand, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry.I shouldn't lash out at you.'
Olivia wanted to say that it was okay.She was the one who worried him.
But she could not speak, for fear that her wound would be worse, making him worried.
She took his hand and wrote something in his palm.
"Give me paper and a pen."
Brayden smiled.
"Okay:"
There was no paper or pen in the ward, but there were some at the nurses' station.
Brayden went to the nurses' station to get some paper and a pen and handed them to her.
Olivia wrote a sentence on the paper.
"Lift the bed for me."
Brayden saw what she wrote and said, "Okay."
The he lifted the bed.
Olivia wrote on the paper, "This is an accident.It's complicated.Don't worry.Don't be anxious.I'll tell you
everything when I can talk."
Brayden looked at this sentence.
He felt he could hear her saying this, in a calm tone without hatred, which made him feel calm.
He looked at Olivia whose eyes were still clear.
His hand fell on her face and he said in a hoarse voice, "I was really scared this time.'
The moment he signed the notice saying she was terminally ill, he had a feeling that she would
disappear.
He was scared.
Olivia curved her lips and wrote on the paper.
"I was scared when you blocked a rock for me last time.' Brayden's heart ached at the words.
He had said before to the effect that he could block a rock for her this time, but what if next time it was
a knife? And this time she was threatened by a woman with a knife.
Her carotid artery was almost pricked.
If that happened, she would have been dead.
Not long after Olivia woke up, she fell asleep again.
Brayden kissed her on the lips and sat by the bed looking at her.
He didn't know why she could smile at him after a narrow escape from death.
He wondered how she felt then.
All he knew was that his heart ached when he saw her smile.
Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated.
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