Tyrell followed her gaze and naturally met Dwayne’s icy stare.
Between men, there is a kind of “understanding” where no one needs to say anything to know each other, but this understanding does not come from a good place.
Tyrell smiled faintly and meaningfully, “Mr. Lambert wasn’t at the hospital with his girlfriend?”
Dwayne stopped in front of him, the wind light and the clouds faint, “How much does Mr. Calhoun think he knows about me?”
“Let’s call it even.” Tyrell stepped closer to him, “At least more than what Mr. Lambert knows.”
“Medical sleep clinical trials were your project.”
Tyrell’s smile at the corner of his mouth faded slightly, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Dwayne said, with a meaningful expression as he walked past him, “I wonder how much manipulation is mixed in Mr. Calhoun’s heart.”
Tyrell’s eyes hid an imperceptible sharpness.
Dwayne stopped in front of Dorothy and asked, “How did you get discharged?”
“Does it have anything to do with you?”
Dorothy was about to walk towards Tyrell when he grabbed her wrist. She was about to break free when the man forcefully embraced her, imprisoning her in his arms. “Mr. Calhoun, can you see the relationship between her and me?”
She struggled violently, “Dwayne!”
Dwayne looked at her with a suppressed temper, “I am your husband, do you want to favor other m
The husband…
Dorothy was suddenly taken aback.
He even admitted their relationship in front of others.
Oh, how ridiculous.
Tyrell’s face showed no unexpected expression, his gaze swept over Dorothy, and he smiled, “But no matter how I look at it, it seems like Mr. Lambert is forcing her.”
“She willingly married me.”
Dwayne loosened his grip on her palm, grasped her chin, and his fingertips brushed over the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, caressing it tenderly, “Does it count as coercion?”
Lina Pall
