Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 A Crazy Rainy Night

“No!” A sudden excruciating pain made her scream out.

Pain, hate, and shame completely overwhelmed Betty. She wanted to struggle but was so powerless.

She could do nothing but bear it…

After the endless darkness and pain, things around her suddenly changed.

The storm came fiercely, with lightning and thunder.

Betty dragged her bruised body wrapped tightly in her shredded clothes and stumbled through the rainstorm. She held her phone in her hands, dialing a number again and again, almost frantically.

Jeffrey…

Where are you, Jeffrey…

I’m so scared. I need your help….

But no matter how many times she had dialed that number, all she heard was a cold female voice

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off, please redial later.”

Finally, Betty could not support herself and fell down in the rain…

Seeing Betty sweating coldly, Kerwin knitted his brows and looked at the doctor who was administering an IV. “Is she really going to be okay?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Martin. Mrs. Martin is just having a cold fever. It’s probably just a bad dream

now.”

Kerwin’s eyebrows loosened a little.

After the doctor left the room, Kerwin looked at the pale Betty on the bed. He was just about to reach out and check her forehead, when Betty’s whole body suddenly started to tremble.

“Betty?” Kerwin couldn’t help but frown again. “Are you all right?”

Apparently, Betty had not yet woken up. Her pale dry lips moved slightly, seeming to be mumbling something

Kerwin’s eyebrows were knitted even more tightly. He leaned to put his ear near her mouth when he finally heard what Betty was mumbling…

“Jeffrey…help me…where are you? Believe me…please…”

Jeffrey?

Kerwin straightened up and his eyes darkened slightly.

It sounded like a man’s name.

Betty looked pale and weak on the bed, but the softness in her delicate features still couldn’t be hidden, especially in her slightly trembling eyelashes. The fragility and reliance were something Kerwin had never seen her show.

Kerwin mused.

At second thought, it seemed that from the time he met this woman, she had always been cautious yet detached, not to mention fragile. She seemed to have never wanted to reply on him.

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But in her dream, she was full of fondness and attachment to this man called Jeffrey.

He had asked Peter to investigate Betty’s past, but Peter was an efficient man, so all the stories were only summarized versions.

For example, he knew her first love had once overthrown her life, but two years ago after the

incident, she and her first love had separated.

He had never asked about her first love’s name and background, but now it seemed that this Jeffrey should be her first love.

At the thought of that, Kerwin felt a little depressed for no reason.

At this time, Betty suddenly opened her eyes slowly.

Kerwin put away his thoughts and looked down at her. “How are you feeling now?”

Betty blinked before she realized that she was lying in the room of the villa with an IV in her hand.

“Did you bring me back?” Betty opened her mouth, feeling her throat was burning dry.

“I did,” Kerwin answered lightly. He took a cup of water from the bedside table and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” Betty took it over and sipped at it.

Seeing Betty had returned to her old detached and polite self, he felt even more depressed for no

reason.

“Betty,” Kerwin spoke up suddenly. “Who is Jeffrey?”

“What?”

It was a question Betty had never expected Kerwin to ask. She instantly choked on the water, coughing violently

“Be careful.” Seeing Betty’s embarrassment, Kerwin just calmly patted her back.

Betty raised her eyes in panic and saw Kerwin was looking at herself too. And his gaze fell upon her red and swollen chin.

It stung his eyes.

Kerwin immediately took out the ointment from the medicine box on the bedside table, squeezed it on his hand, and applied it to Betty’s red and swollen chin.

There was this cool touch on her chin. Betty still looked at Kerwin warily and spoke hesitantly, “How do you know about Jeffrey?”

“That’s all you have mentioned in your dream.”

Betty froze and remembered that, in her coma, she had dreamed of what happened two years ago.

Betty couldn’t help but lower her eyes. And before Betty could think of a proper answer, Kerwin opened his mouth, keeping all his cool:

“Betty, I don’t care what you did in the past. But I want you to understand that, you are my wife now. And I, for one, don’t like my woman to have someone else’s name on her lips.”