The CEO loves the sassy beauty

“Crash!” The maid cried out, “Come out! Miss just had an accident and is badly injured. Can somebody come quickly?” The cool breeze blew through the spacious ward; the curtains in the room fluttered. The ward was well furnished with a large white bed. She looked lifeless, her skin pale, lips cracked making her look like a corpse. She walked barefoot to the window and looked out at the view of the hospital. Outside were some doctors in white gowns rallying around. Evelyn Fitzergerald developed a deep-rooted hatred for doctors after her mother suddenly passed away. Esther was unable to be saved after the ghastly motor accident which claimed her life. The knocks on the door disrupted her thoughts. The door opened… “Evelyn, it’s Dad—and Mom. We came to see how you are doing,” her father said gently. Evelyn’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve said it a million times, we’re not related… I don’t need a mom who seems like a homewrecker.” Her father’s eyes widened. He couldn’t believe this was Evelyn. She had always been a timid girl, she couldn’t even look you in the eyes when speaking. Leslie frowned, but soon eased her brows. She hadn’t expected that dealing with Evelyn would be more difficult than dealing with her mother. “Oliver, Evelyn doesn’t like me,” she muttered silently. “Evelyn, how can you speak to your mother like this? She’s just concerned about you. I get it you don’t like me, but I’m your father’s wife now,” Leslie said, chiding softly. “Ha ha.” Evelyn sneered and turned her eyes to Leslie. “You got married to him doesn’t give you the right to scold me. I don’t acknowledge you as my mother. You are his secretary, so stick with what you know best. Dad, since you’ve seen me, you can go back. I need bed rest. Please take your mistress with you.” After they left, she sat down, staring blankly at the ceiling. Reminiscing over the relationship she had with her mother. She wasn’t surprised that after the death of her mother, her father would remarry; maybe she wasn’t expecting that person to be his secretary or she just decided to turn a blind eye to their interactions. When she was ten, she overheard her parents arguing about a man. They were more like business partners than a married couple. She knew her father had always treated her differently, but she had yet to know the reason. She had a gut feeling, it had a lot to do with that stranger. Her thoughts were disrupted by the rapid opening of the door. With no chance to react, a pale bleeding man stumbled inside the room walking towards her. “Who are you? What are you doing in my room?” The strong and muscular man appeared before her. She was about to scream out of fear, but he was faster than her and immediately pressed his hand over her mouth. She struggled to break free, biting his hand. Having no other options left, he threatened, “You better shut it or you get both of us killed.” She felt something drip onto her hand. Facing down, she saw the sheet all red. Her throat tightened, making breathing harder for her. She was so scared out of her wits by the noises outside; coupled with this strange man in her room, who looked like he could faint at any second due to loss of blood. Left with no choice, she could only surrender at the moment. Evelyn lifted her eyes and looked up at him, her eyes glowering with disgust. “What do we do?” They could hear footsteps outside, someone shouting, “Hurry up and search the rooms, we can’t let him escape!” She realized the trouble that came with this handsome stranger and asked him in a hushed voice if they were searching for him, even if she already knew the answer in her heart. He didn’t reply and asked her if she could just remain quiet. Hearing the footsteps closing in on them, the man’s expression slowly showed signs of collapse. After taking a deep breath, “Calm down, don’t be in such a hurry… I’ll give it to you now…” Covering the duvet over their heads to avoid recognition. “Huh? What are you doing?” she whispered. Feeling uncomfortable at the stranger’s touch. Oh no, I’m going to die, I haven’t even gotten married, she screamed inside her head. Left with no choice but to comply. She started making sensual sounds to distract the people outside and prevent them from noticing them. The men who were just outside froze for a moment. Realizing what was going on, and quickly closed the door. Upon hearing the sound of receding footsteps from outside the door, they both sighed in relief. “Mister, would you please let go of me?” He stood up and sized up the woman on the bed, probing. He then spoke up, “Your request.” “Uh, what request?” She didn’t understand the words that appeared out of nowhere. “I just want to thank you for not alerting the people outside.” Hearing this, her head spun. “You don’t need to thank me, it’s something I would have done for anyone.” Evelyn thought there was no issue with her answer, but his expression remained displeased. Did she say something wrong—why was his expression so scary? Just as she was about to conclude, he spoke up, “I need a bride. So would you like to get married to me?”