Chapter 9
Elena smiled and asked me to entertain Mason.
Frowning deeply, I demanded to know his true purpose for coming, while he responded with a faint smile, sliding a
document toward me.
“This isn’t my responsibility,” I said impatiently.
With a persistent smile, Mason pressed a pen into my hand and whispered intimately: “Ava, please look at it carefully.”
As I glanced up at the document, I froze in place–it was a company transfer agreement.
I stood abruptly from my chair, stunned by what I was seeing.
Meanwhile, Mason smiled in a way that sent chills down my spine as he embraced me, appearing delighted: “You don’t know how much I’ve suffered these past six months, pretending to be happily married to Ivy just to finally overthrow my father! Ava, now I’m handing you the company. Can you finally see how sincere I am?”
Believing Mason had completely lost his mind, I immediately tore the contract to pieces and said sharply: “Mason! We have no relationship anymore. Please stop disrupting my peaceful life!”
With this, I rushed out the office.
But this incident left me distracted on my way home from work that evening.
Suddenly, a sharp horn blared in my ears, and the next moment, someone pushed me forcefully to the ground.
The world spun around me, and ringing filled my ears as chaos erupted nearby. After a while, my senses finally returned to normal.
Blinking to clear my vision, I realized there had been an accident just feet away from where I lay.
Lying in a pool of blood was a tall man with dark hair, and though his features were soaked in crimson, I recognized him instantly–Mason.
The ringing in my ears intensified as I stumbled toward him, desperately checking for breathing, which was faint but thankfully present.
Fortunately, the neighborhood had a hospital nearby, and the ambulance arrived quickly, followed by police officers who came to take statements.
They explained that the driver was drunk and had veered onto the sidewalk, and that Mason had pushed me out of the way but was struck himself in the process.
At the hospital, Mason lay pale against the white sheets, his head heavily bandaged.
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Doctors assured me he was lucky–just a mild concussion and exhaustion, requiring rest for recovery.
Out of basic human decency, I took time off to care for Mason until he regained consciousness.
Though he had gone to such lengths to win Ivy, his act of saving my life left me conflicted and confused–why would he now expend so much effort to pursue me again?
As I pondered this dilemma in the silent room, his eyelashes suddenly flickered. He awoke and immediately grabbed my hand tightly before I could utter a word.
“Ava, I’ve already divorced Ivy–the news just hasn’t broken yet. Please stop avoiding me,” he pleaded, while the emotional strain caused him severe head pain, making him squeeze his eyes shut even as he held my hand desperately, as if afraid I would disappear.
Yet I found his behavior almost laughable and asked: “Mason, do you treat marriage as a game?” while gently placing his hand back under the blanket.
Seeing his panicked expression, I quickly explained: “I’m going to find a doctor to check on you,” which visibly reassured him as he looked up at me with puppy–dog eyes.
However, instead of finding a doctor, I left the room and contacted Ivy directly, hearing her venomous tone as soon as she answered: “Ava Lopez, are you calling to gloat? Don’t think you can become Mrs. Huntington just because Mason is temporarily infatuated with your playing hard–to–get. Dream on!”
Finding her assumption ironic–that everyone must be like her, chasing the title of Mrs. Huntington–I simply stated: “Mason has been in an accident. Come take him home,” then hung up and found the doctor.
The physician informed me that Mason was recovering well and could be discharged in two days, but upon hearing this news, Mason pouted childishly and complained: “Once I recover, you’ll stop taking care of me, won’t you? Now that you’re finally being nice to me like before, I don’t want to leave the hospital. Maybe I should have let the car paralyze me.”
His disturbing words struck me as absurd–while he’d always been somewhat childish, I couldn’t comprehend how a thirty–year–old man could be so immature.
With a sigh, I handed him a peeled orange and said: “Don’t talk nonsense. If you were paralyzed, your father would never let me hear the end of it.”
He seemed disappointed by my response, fidgeting with the orange peel before petulantly placing it on the table untouched.
Seeing this childish display again, I picked up my briefcase and said coldly: “Ivy will come for you tonight. I need to get back to work.”
With that, I turned to leave while Mason called after me angrily, his voice echoing down the corridor as he accused
me of being heartless.
True to form, Ivy acted with ruthless decisiveness.
That evening, as I returned to the hospital to hand over Mason’s care, she was waiting.
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The door had barely shut behind me when her hand shot out, slapping me hard across the cheek. “Ava Lopez,” she spat, eyes blazing, “nothing good ever happens when you’re near him. Just disappear!”
I watched calmly as Mason anxiously tried to get out of bed to intervene, while looking at Ivy’s indignant face, I couldn’t help but smirk sarcastically at what seemed like a romantic drama they were performing for my benefit.
Having no interest in being the backup or the second female lead in their reconciliation script, I kicked Ivy in the stomach, threw Mason’s medical records at her, and said coldly:
“Ivy, control your own husband.”
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