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!"

turned to see Andrew still standing nearby. "Why are

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 be doing anything, but keep an eye on her. There's something interesting

not divorce Layla, Sean fancied himself a kind person. Who knew? He might just help Jordan deal with

information he needed from Layla, immediately contacted Charles. "She's

...

care of

hung up the phone

fallen asleep. Charles shook his head with

"Hmm?"

eyes open, still

go upstairs to sleep," he said, smiling. "Why are you

I've been