Chapter 18
The voice was kinda familiar like Chelsea had heard it somewhere before.
All of a sudden, the unconscious Heath groaned.
Panic–stricken, Chelsea couldn’t care less about whose voice it was, saying, “Winston, my friend’s awake. We’re almost at the hospital. I’ll call you later.”
“Alright,” he said.
One could notice traces of impatience flashing beneath Winston’s eyes, indicating he was displeased about Ivory’s sudden interjection.
After hanging up, he turned to glance at Ivory, his gaze cold.
Startled by him, Ivory opened her mouth as if trying to say something, yet couldn’t utter a word.
“Ms. Houle, this is the first and last time.” Putting away his phone, Winston added coldly, “Stop pulling stunts like this.”
With that, he left.
Hearing this, Ivory was utterly thrown off, staggering back, her face drained of color.
Cecil had witnessed the whole show, sensing a change in Ivory. “Ivory, Winston’s married now, you oughtta tuck those thoughts away.”
“But I was with him first.” Ivory bit her lip, saying through gritted teeth.
“Yet don’t forget you were the one who cut ties with him back then.” With that, Cecil left. Given their childhood bond, he refrained from being too blunt.
After all, it was Ivory who cut ties with Winston first back then. Now, Winston was married.
Whether it was what he hoped for, Ivory was blatantly trespassing into his marriage by doing this.
Ivory stood rooted, feeling plunged into an icy abyss.
At the same time, Heath was rushed to the hospital, with Chelsea covered in blood and trembling all over beside him.
Kate handed her a cup of water, comforting her, “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine.”
Julia rushed over, her eyes filled with anxiety, and upon seeing Chelsea, she raised her hand and slapped Chelsea across the face. “Chelsea, it’s all your fault!”
‘What a jinx! Tempting my cousin wasn’t enough, and now she’s after Heath too!‘ she cursed inwardly.
Without hesitation, Kate seized her wrist, forcefully yanking Julia aside and delivering a sharp kick to her leg. “Julia, shut your mouth! If it hadn’t been for your intentional targeting, Heath wouldn’t have been injured!
“Don’t you dare say you weren’t behind the attack, huh?”
Julia was left speechless like she was cut off air.
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Yeah, she arranged it. But she didn’t expect Heath to step up for Chelsea. Thinking about it now, she was even more furious.
Chelsea sat on the bench, her eyes all red. If it weren’t for her showing up at the Houle family, Heath wouldn’t have been
hurt.
She gripped the cup so hard her knuckles turned white. If something really happened to Heath, she’d never forgive herself.
After over an hour, Heath was wheeled out, out of danger.
Julia had left somewhen, leaving only Kate and Chelsea there.
After going through the hospital admission, Chelsea stayed by the bedside, sighing in relief only when Heath woke up.
“Heath, you’re finally awake,” she exclaimed.
eing her red, puffy eyes, Heath felt his heart broken. “Crybaby, why are you crying?”
Heath, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault,” Chelsea replied, her eyes already brimming with tears.
“Don’t cry. You’re my friend. Of course, I’d protect you.” Heath joked light–heartedly. “I’d step up for anyone getting bullied.”
Chelsea wiped her tears and inquired about how he felt, confirming that there were no discomforts before she finally felt reassured.
“Kate, take Chelsea home.” Seeing her not in great shape, Heath said, “I’ll let my family take care of me. You can go home
now.”
Chelsea still wanted to stay. After all, it was because of her that Heath got hurt.
“Chelsea, go home and rest. Heathf’s awake now, that’s good enough.” Kate soothed Chelsea. “He must want some of your soup. Bring some over tomorrow morning, better than sitting here now.”
Chelsea hesitated, knowing she couldn’t stay out all night. “Well, Heath, take a good rest and see you tomorrow,” she said.
Heath watched them leave.
Soon, his parents came rushing when they got the news. When his mother, Wilona, learned that her son had his head busted saving a girl, she was heartbroken, asking, “Silly boy, why be so impulsive?”
His father, Addison, was calmer. “You like that girl?”
Heath almost choked on his water, his handsome face turning suspiciously red.
His parents exchanged a look, knowing it was clear he liked her.
“If you like her, go for her. What are you waiting for?” they said.
“Not the right time yet.” Heath smiled.
First off, Chelsea was just out of a relationship–he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them. Second, his job wasn’t stable yet; he couldn’t give her a stable future. So, he’d wait.
Albeit sorry for her son, Wilona was equally curious about the girl’s identity, but Heath remained tight–lipped.
There was nothing his parents could do about it.
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Meanwhile, Chelsea and Kate left the ward, running into Margot and Wade in the parking lot.
Kate rolled her eyes, cursing, “Ugh, bad luck!”
Were they like glue or what? Couldn’t shake them off wherever we go!‘ she complained inwardly.
“Chelsea, you’re really something. Even Heath’s protecting you!” Wade’s face darkened as he cursed inwardly, ‘Such a flirt! Seduced Cecil, and then tangled with Heath. Disgusting!‘
Chelsea met his eyes, unmoved, then turned to Margot. “Where’s my mom’s stuff?”
“I’ll deliver it to you myself tomorrow night.” Originally, Margot had planned to ruin Chelsea tonight, but unexpectedly, she was interrupted by Heath.
“Hope you keep your word!” Chelsea got into the car, and Kate started the engine.
Wade’s expression was utterly grim as he wrapped his arm around Margot’s waist. “You’re right, Margot. That Chelsea Wise is too filthy. She’s not even worth wasting my time on!”
He couldn’t even bring himself to think about it–how many men Chelsea had hooked up with in the four years they were together.
Margot comforted him softly, a malicious glimmer in her eyes.
Back at the apartment, Chelsea pushed the door open. Winston, holding a cup of coffee, stood by the kitchen, looking over. “You are back.”
Chelsea was exhausted, replying, “Yeah, you eat yet?”
“You?” Winston shook his head.
“Let’s order takeout tonight; I’m beat.” After all that hassle, Chelsea could barely muster the strength to speak.
Noticing the bloodstains on her clothes, Winston frowned slightly. “Go shower; dinner’ll be ready when you’re done.”
Chelsea thought he agreed to order food, grabbed her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom.
As she came out of the bathroom, Winston carried two bowls of pasta out of the kitchen, announcing, “Eat up.”
“You can cook?” Chelsea was surprised.
Winston raised an eyebrow, wondering, ‘Is cooking some extraordinary skill?‘
“Back in school, I lived off campus and picked up the basics of cooking,” he explained.
Too tired and hungry, Chelsea headed straight to the table.
His cooking wasn’t half bad–the pasta was chewy, broth flavorful. She slurped it all up, wiping her mouth, satisfied. “Winston, you’re a great cook.”
Thanks.” Winston’s gaze darkened.
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Truth was, he rarely cooked, usually having staff handle it. Tonight, weirdly, he decided to cook himself.
“What happened tonight?” he asked.
Chelsea shrugged, replying, “Ran into an old pal, had a spat. A friend got hit while trying to help me.”
She didn’t go into details, only a pretend marriage with Winston–no need to open up.
Checking her background before, Winston didn’t pry further.
Initially suspecting she knew his identity and was manipulating him, he later realized she didn’t, and trashed those files.
Concerning the specifics of her relationship with Ivory, he had no knowledge whatsoever.
“Oh yeah, when you called tonight, were you with someone?” Thinking of that familiar female voice, Chelsea felt inscrutable unease, like something evil was lurking.
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