A colleague was walking over with a microphone.
"Mr. Bateman, may I ask how you feel about this heroic deed, that helped so many cute dogs regain their lives?"
On cara, Christopher Bateman was still wearing the hospital’s patient gown. His handso face was even more dashing on cara. Even the young dashing raising stars were no match.
Looking at the TV, Janice Gladwell could not help walking up and gently caressing his face across the screen.
He seed to be recovering very well.
Her face was no longer as pale as before. Instead, it was filled with vitality. She was glad that he had recovered so well.
"That’s great!"
Otherwise, she would have hated herself to death. Janice’s heart finally cald down when she saw that he was perfectly fine, on cara. It was peace that others could never attain no matter how hard they tried to convey it.
Finally, she could have a good night’s sleep. With that thought, a wisp of a gratified smile curled up onto the corners of her mouth.
Just then, a woman suddenly appeared on the screen. When she saw who the woman was, Janice was stunned. "Is that not Sophie Valen?"
She was also being interviewed. She stood next to Christopher and the reporter’s microphone was stretched out to her.
"I heard that Miss Valen was also at the scene at that ti. Can you describe the situation to us please?"
"Oh, yes, I was at the scene too..."
The more Janice listened, the more she felt sothing was wrong.
How could Sophie Valen be at the scene?
She rembered the situation clearly. Except for those gangsters, there were only her and Christopher.
But why would Sophie lie?
There was also Christopher on the cara. In the cara, he sat there listening to Sophie without any refute.
What was going on?
He must clearly know the situation. Why did he allow Sophie to talk nonsense?
Why was she herself, not in the report?
She was the one who had experienced everything with Christopher at the scene.
Why was it Sophie now?
The more Janice thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
It was obvious that Sophie was replacing her.
She got up, stared at the screen, and paced in panic as she thought about it.
It was not like this, it was not like this. She wished she could crawl in to the screen and correct this.
However, she could only watch as the mistake unfolded helplessly.
Why is it like this?
Why is it like this?
Janice felt like her entire being was about to collapse.
She hurriedly found the cell phone that Lucy had left for her, but she could not get it to work. After playing with it for a while, she found out that it was out of battery. She rummaged through the room but did not find anything that could charge the phone. She felt despaired.
Why did this happen?
It was obvious that she was the one at the scene, so why did it beco Sophie Valen?
What was wrong with Christopher? Why did he not explain?
Why?
Janice had never panicked like this before. She felt that her world had changed.
All of a sudden, Benjamin Taylor’s words rang in her mind. "Have you ever thought that maybe he doesn’t care about you anymore?"
No, no.
A thought ca to her, she quickly ran to the door and knocked on it.
"I want to see Benjamin Taylor. I want to see Benjamin Taylor."
However, no one paid any attention to her shouts.
After shouting for a while, she finally sat down on the floor, tired.
How did things evolve to this stage??!!
Why?
anwhile, in the hospital ward, the reporters had just left.
Christopher Bateman looked at Sophie Valen and asked, "Did you just say that you
were at the scene?"
...
Sophie Valen was stunned for a second, then nodded. "That’s right, you forgot? I was in danger at the ti, and you got injured because you tried to save . Chris, thank you so much."
"You’re saying that I was injured in order to save you?"
Christopher Bateman narrowed his eyes.
Although Sophie had a guilty conscience towards his questioning, she braced herself and said, "That’s right, you were injured because you saved ."
Was it because of her? He wondered.
Christopher stared with narrowed eyes. Wasn’t it because of that woman, Janice?
Did he hear it wrong?
Seeing that he was suddenly silent, Sophie sensed that she could have aroused his suspicions. Hurriedly, she said, "Chris, let’s not think about it. These past few days, there have been many people who wanted to interview and I’ve already rejected them. From now on, you can rest at ease and recuperate."
Christopher did not say anything. He just laid there, lost in thought. When Sophie saw this, she did not disturb him and silently left.
When the door closed, Christopher suddenly sat up from the bed. No, he was sure that the person he wanted to save was not Sophie Valen. Thinking of this, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but accidentally tore the wound on his back. He had no choice but to lie back down.
He needed to find out answers. Right at this mont, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up.
"Chris, I heard that you’re injured. Are you all right?"
It was Jas Taylor’s voice on the other end.
Christopher frowned. "It’s not a big deal."
"That’s good. I’ll visit you when I get back."
"Aye."
Christopher hung up the phone.
Sothing ca to his mind and so he checked his contacts list.
However, he did not find anything unusual after looking around.
It was strange. Why was there no trace of this woman called ’Janice’ on his phone?
So did this woman exist or not?
In the villa on the other side of town.
Janice Gladwell squatted down, unable to eat for an entire day. She could not eat anymore. As soon as she thought of the scenes in the news, she lost her appetite.
Why did it turn out this way?
She thought about it for a day but still could not figure it out.
"Does Chris really not care about ?"
"No, it’s impossible. He is not like this."
She could deny it, but suddenly, the door opened, and the sound of footsteps could be heard.
She thought it was food delivery again, so she did not even raise her head and said, "I’m not eating. You can take it away."
"Janice..."
Unexpectedly, Benjamin Taylor’s voice rang above her.
She was stunned for a second then quickly stood up. When she saw Benjamin walking over, she rushed up without hesitation. "Are you here to take out?"
Her eyes were full of expectations.
Benjamin did not say a word. He stared at Janice. She seed to be in a worse state than the night he saw her.
His heart ached, but he was still very rational. "Janice, you know that you can only walk out of here if you agree."
Hearing this, Janice shook her head frantically. "Impossible. I can’t agree to it. I beg you. Please get out. I just want to see him. Please!" She begged.
Benjamin had never seen Janice ever lose control of herself. Even when he had left and then ca back, she never acted this way. However, today, she had gone berserk for that man.
He did not know whether he should be sad or jealous, but he knew that no matter how he felt, he could not bear to see Janice like this.
So, he secretly made up his mind and said to her, "Okay, I’ll get you out."
...
He no longer hesitated. Holding her hand, he walked towards the door.
However, they were stopped by the guards as soon as they reached the door.
"You can leave, but she can’t," the guard said.
Hearing this, Benjamin Taylor paused for a mont before saying, "I’ll take her away. I’ll take responsibility if anything happens."
"No, we only listen to the Chairman." The guard insisted.
Benjamin did not say anything more. He just looked at Janice Gladwell who was standing behind him and t her pleading eyes. He made up his mind, held her hand tightly, and walked forward regardless.
The guards did not expect that he would force his way out. By the ti they reacted and stepped forward to stop him, it was already too late. The car crashed through and no one dared to stop it. Just like that, Benjamin barged out of the compound taking Janice with him.
At the hospital.
It was already late into the evening.
Christopher Bateman was lying on the hospital bed. That sentence suddenly ca to his mind.
"That’s the person he had risked his life to save."
So, where was the woman he had risked his life to save?
As he was thinking about this, he fell asleep unconsciously.
anwhile, outside the hospital.
A black Phaeton stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and Benjamin was in the driver’s seat. He glanced at Janice, who could not wait to unbuckle her seat belt, frowned and said. "I won’t go in with you."
Janice was so focused on undoing her seatbelt that she did not notice the expression on Benjamin’s face. She just said, "Thank you."
She opened the door and got out of the car. Without looking back, she rushed straight into the hospital.
She was so hurried that Benjamin, who was sitting in the car and staring at the direction where she went in, frowned deeply. Hopefully, she would be able to take it after learning the truth.
After being imprisoned in the villa for a few days, Janice felt that even the air in the hospital was fresher. She was wearing a hospital gown and running all the way to the ward. It was also because of the gown that she could move so quickly and freely in the hospital.
She followed Benjamin’s instructions and soon arrived at the door of Christopher’s room. Probably because it was the latter half of the night, there was no one guarding the door. She pushed the door open and walked in.
There was no light in the room. Only a dim yellow night light at the head of the bed. With the dim light, she could see the person lying on the bed. And she knew that it was none other than Christopher, whom she had yearned for day and night.
He laid there with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. She slowed down her pace, for fear of waking him up, and walked quietly to his bedside.
Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, she finally saw his face clearly.
It was even more ruddy than what she had seen on TV. She could not resist reaching out to touch it, but before her hand could touch his face, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Caught off guard, their gazes t.
Janice was surprised and happy. She stared into Christopher’s eyes and could not help throwing herself into his arms.
"Honey, you’re finally awake."
She hugged his shoulders tightly and pressed her face against his broad chest. Her longing tears flowed down onto his gown. She could not control herself out of joy.
Christopher was at a loss as to what to do when she threw herself into his arms. He felt the wetness on his clothes and ca back to his senses. The first thought that ca to his mind was: Who was this woman? Why did she call him ’honey’?
"Who are you?"
He said slowly.
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