His Contractual Mistress

The following day, Vincent has already given a clearance to discharge since his injuries are only minor. However, this is still a secret, and only a few people knew. 

He could already go home the other day, but since they told the media that he needed more days to recover, Vincent stayed in the hospital. 

Hailey finished packing their things, and now they were waiting for Vince's parents to lay the plan to lure the media that no one noticed he's going home today.

News has been circulating that his accident probably an attempt of murder. But Shen confirmed nothing, the reason the media was persistent to dig for more information. 

At the moment, the doctor put a new bandage around Vince's shoulder. Aside from it, he also used a sling arm to assure he would not move his left shoulder until it would completely heal. 

Honestly, he felt a lot better today, like he didn't need it. It would be only slight pain if he moved his left arm. But the felon who plotted his death is still out there, and they are still gathering solid evidence to arrests them.

Meanwhile, the car driver that crashed into him causes his Lamborghini to push forward, has been silent, and denies that it was an intention. Instead, he reasons out that he was depressed and lost while driving. That is why he didn't notice that the traffic light had already changed its color to red. 

Well, it was the smartest excuse for a person committing the crime to pretend to have a mental health problem.

So then, Vince has to continue pretending that he's severely injured, and he needs to stay in the hospital in a few more days. 

"Visit me tomorrow evening before your flight." 

"I will, Doctor Jing. Thank you." 

The doctor nodded, then left. Immediately, Vince pulled Hailey into his arms and kissed her. After they parted to breathe some air, Hailey spoke. 

"You should postpone your trip to Australia," she suggested to Vince. She's still worried.

Vincent fell into his thoughts. He lifted his gaze to give Hailey an assuring smile. "I feel a lot better today. Thanks to your love and care for me." 

She isn't convinced at all. But she couldn't suppress her smile at how Vince sounds corny. She pouted. "You're going to have so many things to do in Australia. How can I assure you will take care of yourself?" 

Vince chuckled at how cute Hailey before his eyes. He couldn't resist planting a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Thank you for worrying about me, but I promised to eat on time and get enough rest," said Vince. Later, he sighed. "My flight has been scheduled already. I don't want them to think how unprofessional I am and showed a bad impression of me." 

Hailey frowned upon hearing Vince's reasons. She mouthed, "That ridiculous of them not to give you any consideration. If you allow me, I will negotiate with them to give you another day of rest. I will explain what happened." 

Vince's eyes flickered as he peered at Hailey. From his perspective, Hailey wanted to do this, as she was too worried about him. With this thought, his heart fluttered in delight. 

"Thank you. But you don't need to worry. Let me handle it, okay? If they agreed, I would arrive in Australia on Friday instead of Thursday. How's that?" 

Hailey pondered for a moment. Today is Wednesday, and Vince's scheduled visit to Dream City is tomorrow.

"How about Monday?" Hailey suggested. As the boss, Vince never knew that she was; all she wanted was his full recovery. 

Vince needed both of his arms and hands to design a building. Now that she realized this, Hailey understood why Vince never used his fists to beat someone. His hands are precious. And he makes sure to take care of them. 

If not because of that damn accident, he won't have a shoulder sprained.

On the other hand, concern instantly written on Vince's face. He is keen to maintain a good impression of his client, so he always arrives at the place one day ahead. 

What only holds him back from flying to Australia earlier than the schedule is because of Hailey. He wanted to spend more time with her. 

Vince sighed. He is having trouble deciding. Hailey reaches for his face; he raises his arm to hold her palm and buries his face into it. 

"Okay. I will try to talk to Mr. Wilson," said Vince to Hailey, for her to stop worrying. After stating this, she widened her smile and planted a kiss on his lips like his reward for being obedient. 

Their relationship has improved. Hailey is even more caring. She's charming and makes sure he didn't get hungry. 

Hailey discovered more good traits Vince had. He had a sense of humor and a lot of things that they are alike. 

Later, Fred and Carl arrived in the hospital, along with Tim. 

"Hi, dad. Where's mom?" Vince asked after he noticed no sign of his mom. 

Fred explained, "Ah. I told her she better stay home for a while to avoid the media. Besides, for what we are doing, the media should notice nothing."

"Okay, dad. That's better." Vince was nodding his head. He wanted to talk further, but it isn't the best place to discuss his accident. 

At the back door of this hospital, two black cars are waiting for them. Vincent and Hailey took the second car and sat in the backseat while Tim position in front of the steering wheel. The first car will escort them. 

Ten minutes later, Fred and Carl move on. They exited the parking lot and drove toward the gate — where the reporters waited outside. 

Someone recognized Carl's car. They tried to block it, but the police held them up. They were helpless to watch the vehicle trotted away. 

None of them know that Vincent's car already passed them ten minutes ago. But the car they used was owned by a doctor in that hospital, so they suspected nothing. 

Instead of heading toward the Crescent Tower, the convoy was driving toward West Bay. In the meantime, Vince will stay at his Penthouse in West Bay to avoid any media. 

In this port, they can control the guests and vehicles to enter the vicinity. Only the residents in the penthouse tower and yacht owners may enter West Bay Port. 

They made this plan last night before Fred and Hilda left the hospital. Before the sun rises today, Hailey went to the Penthouse to get their clothes for a few days' stay in the West Bay.

Hailey breathed the warm breeze coming from the ocean. Suddenly she misses Australia, where she spends her time on the beach during the weekend and in the country. 

She was at the balcony garden, gazing out into the blue sea just a mile away. Later, an arm hooks her waist, and her back pressed into a flat chest. Hailey lifted her chin and looked up at Vince. He lowered his mouth to cover her lips. 

It was a long and fervor kiss. They could only share long kisses at night as people like the doctor, his cousin, and parents annoyingly come and go during the day. 

However, Vince forgot Tim was there with them in the Penthouse who feels awkward and uncertain about what he should do, either sit on the couch or get out of the Penthouse to give them privacy for making out. 

Tim sighed inwardly and rolled his eyes. He took a seat in one of the accent chairs in the entryway.

"Jeez." He better wait for the food to arrive.

Since it was late noon when they arrived in the Penthouse, his boss asked him to call the neighboring building restaurants to prepare them a lunch. 

Not long, the doorbell rang. Tim sat up and opened the door. He took the food packs and thanked the two bodyguards, who picked up the food. 

He glanced at the garden. He sighs with relief that the lovers are now done kissing. Instead, his boss was now on the phone conversing with someone. 

Tim placed the food packs on the table. Hailey noticed the food bags; she rushes to the kitchen. 

She told Tim, "Let me set the table!" 

Tim nodded and stepped aside. "What should I do, Miss Hailey?" 

"Ah..." Hailey averted her gaze to the side to think. "Oh! Why don't you get the pineapple juice in the fridge and then transfer them to a glass." 

"Right! I'm on it, Miss Hailey." Tim walked toward the refrigerator, took out three cans of pineapple juice, and transferred the content into the glasses. 

When they finished setting the table, it was also the time Vince spent talking on his cellphone. 

"Ah, finally! I'm starving," said Vince. He pulled a chair and offered it to Hailey. 

After having lunch, Tim made his goodbye. He still needs to go back to the company to assist Fred Shen. "I'm leaving now, boss. I have to accompany your father to a dinner meeting later." 

"Okay. I will call you if we need anything." 

Tim nodded. He held back not to grin. He is not dumb, not understand why his boss emphasizes his words, saying 'I WILL CALL YOU' —it means he doesn't want to be disturbed. 

Vincent sends Tim in the door. His reason is to lock it after Tim gets out. 

'Finally.' Vince muttered, his lips contorting a playful smile while he took off the sling arm.