The Cherished Wife

Sean let out a chuckle. "There's no need to be so afraid of me, Mrs. Langford. After all, you used to call me Sean, too. Don't worry. If anyone gives you trouble in the future, just come to me." Layla shrank back in fear, and Jordan frowned. "Mr. Smith, if there's nothing else, I'll take Layla and leave now."

"Oh, of course. You can go," Sean replied casually, though his eyes lingered on Layla. Layla immediately tensed up, sensing his gaze.

With a playful smile, Sean glanced from Layla's face to her stomach, then back to her face. "Mrs. Langford, you don't seem to be in good health. How about a free check-up at my hospital?" "No need!" Layla quickly refused.

Her hasty refusal only made her behavior seem more suspicious. Jordan also found Layla's reaction odd, but considering the injuries she had sustained over the past few days, he assumed she was simply afraid of Sean. "It's fine, Mr. Smith. I'll take care of my wife's injuries myself."

"Alright then... Take care," Sean said. He smiled as he watched them leave, his gaze never leaving Layla.

Layla felt a chill run down her spine as if Sean's stare was piercing through her. It was just as unnerving as the physical pain she had endured in recent days.

She gripped Jordan's hand tightly. "Jordan, let's go, quickly!"

standing nearby. "Why are you still watching me?" he asked

four years ago, and it was apparent that the lesson she received then was not enough. "Her? She's not capable of stirring up too much trouble. For now, she won't

divorce Layla, Sean fancied himself a kind person. Who knew? He might just help Jordan deal

he needed from Layla, immediately contacted

...

care of it. Just

hung up the

see Noelle slumped on the couch. She had been watching TV but had fallen asleep. Charles shook his head with a small smile

"Hmm?"

her eyes open, still half-asleep.

to sleep," he said, smiling. "Why are

I've been too busy,"