Lily also grabs his hand and says, "It doesn't matter. It will take just a few days. And you are with me.
That's enough."
She does not feel exhausted, although she is burning herself out. She is just a little sleepy. It was living
without him these past six months that was truly hard for her.
"By the way," she suddenly remembers something and says, "You haven't been exercising lately. Is it
okay?"
He forgets about that since he has been busy here.
"I practiced too much before. I can rest for two days. It won't be a problem."
"Really?"
"Yes." Rex remembers that Adair also said that at dinner tonight. He can't help but smile. "Adair takes
after you."
Lily doesn't understand what he is talking about, but feels proud. "Sure. I have been there for him."
"He spoke up for you tonight, you know?"
Lily is surprised and asks, "What did he say?"
"He said that you were sad when I was away, and that he wouldn't talk to me anymore if I left again."
Rex's tone is gentle as he recalls. He does not think his son ignorant but thoughtful. He is gratified that
Adair cares for his mother.
Lily is so happy to hear that. "It looks like our son is considerate."
As soon as she finishes speaking, the elevator arrives. They walk out hand in hand. When they arrive
at the door of Harry's ward, Lily says to Rex, "I'm going in. You should go to bed early."
Rex tugs at the back of her neck and leans over her head to give her a gentle kiss. After a long pause,
he stands up and says, "When he is well, we will have a wedding."
Lily has heard him mention this several times in the past few days. For a man who doesn't like to nag, it
is unusual. It means he really wants this.
"Copy that."
The light shines on the man's shoulders. He looks at the little woman with an extremely serious
expression. "Lily, I will give you a perfect wedding."
Lily is not officially his wife yet, and Rex feels guilty about it. He owes her too much. The first thing he
should do is to give her a decent wedding.
The corridor of the hospital is terrifyingly quiet. However, tears roll in Lily's eyes when she hears those
words.
It is said that women are the most beautiful in wedding dresses. She once wore it for Tim. At that time,
she is young and ignorant and does not understand what marriage means. Now that she has been
through so much, she understands that happiness does not come easily.
She sniffs and snuggles into the man's arms. "Then I'll wait for you to marry me."
Rex hugs her and feels a burst of satisfaction. "I will."
...
On the other side, when Ryan returns to the apartment alone, the doors are all closed. It is already
dark, and he seems to be sucked into a huge black hole.
He is a little irritated and reaches out to pull off his tie. He takes off his coat and hangs it on the hanger.
Before changing clothes, he lies on the sofa.
He can't get the picture of the three being happily together out of his head, and he feels terrible.
He has never thought about starting a family. For him, love and kinship are luxurious and insignificant.
He never plans or forces anything.
But when he saw this family tonight, he was touched.
Perhaps because it is Lily, he feels more.
Ryan is a little restless. It has been a long time since he felt something like this. He stands up and
wants to have a bottle of whiskey, but then he sees a card on the coffee table.
He is slightly shocked. He picks it up and reads through the moonlight. It is a bank card.
He never has a domestic deposit card, so he finds it peculiar. On second thought, he remembers it was
left behind by the woman at the bar that night.
Ryan holds the card between his fingertips and looks carefully at it for a moment. With a twist of his
wrist, he puts the card into his pocket. Suddenly, he does not want to drink whisky that much. Instead,
he walks to the door, puts on his coat, and goes out again.
He drives all the way up north. Finally, he stops at the side of the street. The bar manager recognizes
him. Last time, he spent the most money since the bar's opening. He is kind of a legend here.
"Hello, sir. Welcome again. Still the VIP room on the second floor?" The manager pushes open the
gilded door as he asks.
Ryan doesn't even look at him. He strides in and looks around the first floor, but doesn't see the woman
he intends to meet. He goes straight to the second floor and walks into the same private room as last
time.
The manager hands over the wine list as soon as he sits down. "What would you like to drink, sir?"
Ryan does not flip through the menu. He orders a bottle of the most expensive whiskey and six small
cups of tequila. Just as the manager is about to leave, Ryan asks, "I want something else."
The manager immediately turns around and walks back. "What is it, sir?"
Ryan narrows his sharp eyes and opens his thin lips. "The woman from last time."
The manager is shocked. He thinks he has heard wrongly, but then he sees Ryan's incomparably firm
gaze.... Alright, he doesn't hear wrongly. Ryan did order something— a person.
The manager is impressed with Ryan as well as Eunice. He remembers she is working for a foreman.
He doesn't dare to offend a big client and quickly nods. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."
After leaving the room, the manager goes straight to the HR, who is in charge of the part-time
employees. "Is there a girl selling condoms and sex toys?"
The HR thinks for a moment and nods. "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Get her for me. The big shot upstairs is asking for her!"
"She is not here."
"Then call her over. No matter what, she must be here!" The manager is anxious, and quickly leaves
with the wine list.
Eunice is preparing to keep vigil in the hospital. After receiving a call from the bar's HR, she wants to
ask for leave, but the HR offers her a large sum of money. She would not compromise, but she can't
turn her back on money.
Eunice hastily changes her clothes and rushes to the bar. As soon as she enters, she is stopped by the
manager. "My savior, you're finally here. Quickly follow me upstairs."
Eunice is confused. "Sir, I haven't changed yet."
"There's no time!" The manager hastily drags her to the door of the private room.
Eunice has a premonition. By the time she realizes what is going on, she has been pushed into the
room.
She recognizes this room.
The she sees the man sitting on the sofa, and remembers who he is.
He is handsome in a scary way.
She wants to get out, but the door is already closed by the manager from outside.
She is trapped with this dangerous man, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
She swallows and her hands are trembling. Mustering all her courage, she turns around to face the
man behind her. Before she can figure out how to speak, she hears a deep voice, "Come here."
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