Chapter 3
My prediction came true quickly. Reed was rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning.
When I arrived, Reed was lying pale–faced with an IV drip. His secretary was crying beside him, her eyes swollen and red–looking a hundred times more heartbroken than I, his wife, did.
While Reed was still dozing, Kyla saw me and immediately stood up, whispering, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Forrester. This
is all my fault.”
I held up my hand to stop her. “Of course it’s your fault. He’s in the hospital largely thanks to you. Have you figured out how to explain to the Forrester family how you single–handedly put Reed in the hospital?”
“Harper, it’s not Kyla’s fault,” Reed had awakened and spoke weakly.
Without any hesitation, Kyla rushed to his bedside, her eyes red like a little rabbit’s. “I had no idea you’re allergic to
dairy and peanuts. Next time I’ll cook something else for you, okay?”
Reed stopped her from saying more. “You should go now. You don’t need to take care of me here.”
I stood up from the sofa, preventing Kyla from leaving. “No, let her stay and care for you. Nobody could do it better than she can. I have work to handle at the company–no time to hang around hospitals.”
Reed hurriedly explained, “I was fixing the data errors all night. Kyla felt guilty and just wanted to treat me a breakfast. Don’t misunderstand.”
Yet I just picked up my bag, ready to leave, shaking my head at his explanation. “Hiring a completely useless secretary is Forrester Group’s business, not mine. But when my husband spends all night ‘fixing data‘ with some girl and then ends up in the hospital over ‘the simple joys of life‘–well, I can’t help being upset. So, I don’t want to see
you today.”
Behind me, I heard Kyla’s worried voice: “It’s all my fault. Should I explain to Mrs. Forrester so she won’t be angry?”
Reed’s hoarse voice consoled her: “Stop crying, or you’ll really look like a little rabbit.”
That evening, because of my mother–in–law’s various concerns and not–so–subtle hints–being a wealthy family’s daughter–in–law is no easy task–I eventually found myself heading to the hospital with a pot of nutritious soup.
The whole way there, I silently consoled myself: at least I wouldn’t have to be this wretched daughter–in–law much longer.
The VIP room door was slightly ajar. As I approached, I heard voices inside: “Reed, I kissed you because I truly love you. I don’t care that you’re married. I don’t need you to marry me–I just want to be by your side. Please don’t transfer me away, okay?”
“Please, don’t push me away.”
Her fragile, heartbreaking sobs reached my ears. Through the crack in the door, I saw Kyla with tears streaming
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down her face, leaning against Reed, looking up at him like he was some kind of deity, her face full of adoration and worship.
Next second, she tilted her face up, pressing her delicate lips against his. Her “Please,” finally got a response, the kiss evolved from tentative to passionate a deep, intoxicating exchange that left them both lost in each other.
BANG!
The thermos in my hand dropped to the floor with a loud crash, startling the kissing couple apart.
Seeing me standing in the doorway, Reed utterly froze. Kyla, blushing, shrank behind him.
Suddenly, Reed yanked the IV needle from his arm and jumped up to grab me, ready to explain.
I slapped him hard across the face, sending his head reeling to one side. “Get away from me!”
Kyla rushed forward, shielding him. “Mrs. Forrester, how could you hit him? It’s all my fault. If you want to hit someone, hit me instead.”
Looking at the two of them, I couldn’t help but feel nauseated.
Without another word, I turned to leave.
“Harper, it’s not what you think,” he called after me.
I whirled around. “Not what I think? Then what is it? A five–minute makeout session–what’s your excuse? That you have a good relationship with your colleague? That you’re comforting a scared little girl?”
“Don’t touch me, Reed. You make me sick.”
“I’ll have the Sterne family lawyers contact you. Reed, Let’s divorce!”
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