Raymond's Contract Lover

Chapter 6

In the president's office of the Watson Group,

Raymond sat on an expensive leather sofa, leafing through documents with a blank expression on his face.

"Boss, I just received a notice from the hospital; Adrian has been moved to the ICU, and no family visits are allowed," Micheal reported to Raymond.

"That's quite interesting." A clear smile appeared on Raymond's lips, and his deep, lake-like eyes flashed with an inscrutable light.

"Boss, you have a meeting scheduled for this afternoon," Micheal said.

"Cancel that meeting for me. I need to visit Adrian at the hospital first," Raymond said, picking up the custom-made suit he had tossed aside on the sofa. He stood up and walked out.

Micheal followed closely behind Raymond. Wherever Raymond went, Micheal followed. This was his duty. Micheal was not just Raymond's secretary; he was also the Watson family's butler and a former Marine.

In the hospital. Arthea still worried about Adrian's condition, so she went to the ICU to check on him. As she was about to leave the room, Raymond arrived. Gianna jogged behind him, unable to stop him. "Mr. Watson, I'm sorry, but you can't go in," Gianna said. She never imagined getting this close to Raymond Watson and was momentarily dazed with excitement, hence failing to stop him.

The moment Arthea and Raymond's eyes met, she thought it was a disaster. Raymond deliberately avoided speaking to her, instead bypassing her to push open the ICU door. "I'm sorry, you can't go in," Arthea blocked Raymond. "I'm here to visit my uncle. Is there a problem, Doctor?" Raymond pretended not to know Arthea, emphasizing the word "Doctor." In the stairwell, Arthea had clearly heard him say he wanted Adrian dead. Now he claimed Adrian was his uncle. He truly was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"The patient is still in critical condition. According to hospital regulations, family members are not allowed to visit at this time," Arthea said, blocking Raymond's path. Fear gradually enveloped her.

"Rules are made by people and can be changed. I am very worried about my uncle. If disinfection is required before entry, I am willing to comply," Raymond said earnestly, a stark contrast to his earlier threats towards Arthea.

"Rules cannot be changed at will. If you refuse to leave, I will have security escort you out," Arthea responded firmly. She had no intention of letting Raymond in, as he was too dangerous.

"You can try, or you can call the hospital director," Raymond threatened.

"Mr. Watson, once the patient's condition stabilizes, we will certainly allow you to visit," Arthea maintained her refusal of his unreasonable demand.

She could not allow Raymond to enter. His intentions were malevolent, surely aiming to harm the patient inside.

Raymond sat obstinately at the ward door, on a hard hospital chair, with an air of elegance as if seated on a high-end sofa. "I will wait here until I see my uncle," he declared.

Arthea felt helpless. The president of Watson Group would not waste time waiting like this; he must be trying to oppose her deliberately.

"Gianna, you go ahead and do your work. I'll handle things here," Arthea knew Raymond wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal. Since he wanted to go in, she would accompany him. Gianna looked at Arthea with concern, afraid Raymond might give her a hard time.

"Arthea, I'll leave now," Gianna said, though she glanced at Raymond several times before leaving, as such eligible bachelors were rare.

"So you really do work here," Raymond remarked, staring at Arthea once Gianna had left.

Arthea's heart was racing, she didn't directly answer Raymond's question.

"If you're determined to go in, I'll accompany you, but you'll bear the consequences. If the patient gets infected, you'll be fully responsible," Arthea warned.

"This is absurd! If a patient gets infected, it's the hospital and the doctor's responsibility," Raymond retorted.

"How is it the hospital's responsibility? I have cautioned you," Arthea lifted her eyes to meet Raymond's gaze. He was indeed handsome, no wonder Gianna was so smitten with him.

"I will undergo disinfection before entering. But if my uncle still gets infected, then it's your hospital's inadequate disinfection procedures," Raymond argued eloquently. Clearly, Arthea was no match for him in a verbal sparring.

Arthea was extremely angry. Her work at the hospital had always gone smoothly. Despite Emily's constant underhanded attempts to sabotage her, Arthea’s professionalism was unparalleled, and she never made mistakes. Therefore, she never regarded Emily as a threat. But Raymond's arrival brought her a strong sense of crisis.

He disinfected himself first and then changed his clothes. Raymond executed all these actions with great flair and confidence.

"Doctor, you seem a bit nervous." Upon entering the ward, Raymond glanced briefly at Arthea.

Arthea wiped the cold sweat from her forehead awkwardly. She was indeed very nervous, but she forced herself to calm down. "The temperature here is a bit high, that's why I'm sweating, not because I'm nervous."

Raymond did not respond. He merely found it amusing. He began to find the charm in Arthea's personality.

The ward suddenly became very quiet. Arthea did not speak anymore. Now, only the ticking of the clock could be heard.

This was truly excruciating!

“Doctor, look at his condition. Is he about to die?” Raymond stared at Adrian, wishing Adrian to die right before his eyes. Arthea's mental alarm went off, and she watched Raymond warily, saying, “No illegal activities are allowed here.” “Are you worried I’ll kill him?” Raymond's lips curled into a sneer. Arthea's whole body tensed up; she couldn’t control the fear that arose whenever she saw Raymond. She constantly wondered if she had done something wrong before, questioning why God sent Raymond to punish her. “Mr. Watson, please stop joking. He is your uncle.” Instinctively, Arthea pinched the hem of her dress, something she always did to feel secure when nervous.

"When will he wake up?" Raymond asked.

"Probably tomorrow or the day after," Arthea replied, not entirely certain when Adrian would regain consciousness. During the surgery, Arthea realized Adrian's heart condition was very severe.

"Then I'll leave my uncle in your capable hands, Doctor," Raymond hinted.

"It is my duty," Arthea responded politely. She did not wish to antagonize someone of Raymond's stature and simply wanted to keep her job without further trouble from him.

With that, Raymond left the ICU, and Arthea felt relieved.

Before finishing her shift, Arthea instructed the two night nurses to closely monitor Adrian's condition. She stressed that if any issues arose, they should contact her immediately. Although the surgery that morning had been successful, she remained unsure of whether Raymond would take any further actions that might harm Adrian.

After work, Arthea visited her father at the detention center. She felt a tremor of excitement before seeing him. Meanwhile, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked nearby. Inside, Raymond watched expressionlessly, as if witnessing a bleak drama. His eyes stayed fixed on Arthea until she entered the building.

Through a large glass pane, Arthea saw Orin Hill, bearing signs of a beating. Bruises and small cuts marred his face. She almost couldn't hold back her tears. Not wanting her father to see her cry, she quickly looked down, wiped her tears, and picked up the receiver.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" Arthea looked at Orin through the glass. She never expected to see her father in such a disheveled state.

"Arthea, I'm fine in here, and there's nothing making me uncomfortable." Orin's smile was warm, like sunshine.

"Daddy, I will get you back to Mom and me as soon as possible. What happened to your face? Did someone hurt you?" The thought of Orin suffering a***e inside filled Arthea with anxiety.

"I'm really adjusting to the environment here. Last night, I slipped in the bathroom while taking a shower. Don't worry, Arthea. Daddy just wants you to be happy and not stress yourself out." Orin comforted her as he always had.

Arthea couldn't stop her tears anymore. She wished she was the one in the detention center. Orin wanted to say more to Arthea, but the call suddenly ended as the allotted time was up. A jail officer quickly came to take Orin away, while Arthea lay on the table, crying incessantly.

In the police station's monitoring room, the large screen froze on that moment of Arthea. Raymond sat silently, next to a sycophantic police chief. "

Arthea, I imagine you are in great pain now. This is the price of rejecting me."