My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

"What do you mean?"

Andrew arched his brows, dropped a few bills on the table and asked Clifford to follow him.

The two of them walked in the crowd wearing hats and sunglasses, just like the other tourists.

Clifford then explained in a low voice, "I have observed them here for almost two weeks. Young Master Mike secretly met with me the day before he disappeared. He said that he was going to try to persuade Leila to go back to Indonesia with him, and asked me to wait for the good news."

He continued, "We did not directly catch Leila at that time. Though Young master Jean ordered us to come over and suggested that if possible, we could force Leila to return. But…"

Before Clifford could finish speaking, he faintly looked at Andrew through his dark sunglasses.

Seeing this, Andrew suddenly realized that he was giving a wry smile, "Just because Mike is here, you guys didn't do anything rash to Leila, right?"

Clifford nodded, agreeing to his statement.

For the Widjaya family guards, their initial mission was very simple— to take someone away secretly.

Since Mike was here, they couldn't act rashly, and Clifford didn't know if it's an illusion, he clearly felt that Mike wanted to keep Leila away.

Therefore, when he took the initiative to contact him on the first day of his arrival, Mike's face looked strange.

Clifford didn't tell Andrew this.

Instinctively, he chose to trust Mike for now. At least no one knew what he was going to do.

Even if the guy said that he would bring Leila back to Indonesia, the relationship between the two of them was clearly heating up. Or so to Clifford's eyes. 

In addition, even if Mike was not in Malaysia, Leila was always seen in a crowded place, so they couldn't find time to kidnap her.

Andrew and Clifford walked through the crowd. He could only accept the fact that Mike had disappeared. He did not know what was happening to his brother.

But if he disappeared for too long, he was afraid that his younger brother's life could be threatened.

...

Three days later was New Year's Eve.

Early this morning, droplets of rain faintly drifted all over Surabaya.

In previous years, it was rare to rain on this special day.

Tomorrow would be Lilia's last treatment.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Vincent removed the gauze and silver needles to apply the medicine, and specifically instructed, "Don't open your eyes within four hours."

"Why?" In that sterile room, Lilia was a little suspicious.

For some reason, when Vincent gave her the injection, she felt the sting again.

She restrained herself and said nothing, out of trust.

At this time, Vincent pursed the corners of his white lips and a bright light appeared under his eyes. "I'm a doctor!"

Lilia was silent for a moment before replying, "I understand!"

Even though Vincent's order felt a bit odd, she didn't think much of it.

"Doctor, I feel like my stomach is getting bigger lately. Can you help me check my pulse?"

Lilia even wanted to say that she was pregnant, but she wondered if Vincent could diagnose the baby.

Vincent took the medicine bag and glanced at her lower abdomen, then said matter-of-factly,  "It's been almost two months, if your stomach gets bigger, it's obviously because you ate too much."

Why did this guy have such a poisonous tongue!

Lilia closed her eyes while lying on the bed, she looked away slightly and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Seeing this, Vincent didn't say much. Before leaving, he warned again. "Remember, you are not allowed to open your eyes within four hours."

"Yeah I know it."

Lilia didn't know what time it was, but when she entered the sterile room in the morning, she heard drops of water running outside the window.

It was the first rain in Surabaya in more than a week, she didn't know if she could see it after opening her eyes for a while.

Vincent left the sterile room and walked quickly, even humming a song.

He went to the laboratory to reset all kinds of medicine, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even brighter.

After a while, he came out and looked around, then headed straight for the smoking room.

If he wanted to find Jean and couldn't find him anywhere near the sterile room, he musthave gone to the smoking room.

As soon as he opened the smoking room's door, he coincidentally heard the man talking on the phone and said unhurriedly. "Okay, see you tomorrow."

'Oh oh! You thought you could meet him tomorrow! You will come home with me!'

Vincent closed the door and smelled a choking smoke in the room. He didn't like it, so he opened the window and looked at Jean. "How many cigarettes did you smoke?"

The man only raised one of his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

Vincent smiled. "Tomorrow, are you ready to return to Parma with me?"

He looked into the man's calm eyes and licked his teeth. "I have not forgotten what you promised me. Tomorrow I will give her medicine and you will go to the airport with me."

"Then why do you look so worried?"

Vincent shrugged. "I only asked for this, didn't you agree to it before?!"

The man's inner eyes fixed on his cheek as he stared deeply at him then billowed smoke into his eyes. "Promise."

"Very nice!" Vincent stepped forward and tapped him on the shoulder, smiling knowingly.

Everything went as planned!

This time, he wanted Jean to come back with him no matter what.

He had been miserable for more than half a month. To make matters worse, now that he was close to Lilia, he would develop a rash on his body.

Even though he never told Lilia about his illness which made him unable to get in touch with a woman, Jean was still at fault!

Vincent rubbed his arm and smelled smoke. He waved his hand in disgust. "I'll go first, I'll be suffocating if I stay here for a long time!"

He studied medicine and loved the scent of all herbs.

The most disturbing thing for him was the smell of cigarette smoke.

By the way, all of his brothers smoked except for him.

He had to boil some Chinese medicine for himself to clean his lungs. Cigarette smoke was very dangerous for him.

Before Vincent left, he said consciously, "By the way, your woman is asleep, leave her alone."

Jean turned around sullenly, not seeing Vincent's face. He couldn't hold himself back as he turned and left.

After all, Vincent was not cut out for being sneaky.

He usually left the sterile room as soon as he gave Lilia the injection. Unless  asked, he wouldn't say anything about Lilia.

Jean narrowed his eyes dangerously by the time Vincent took the initiative to mention Lilia's name.

Something must've gone wrong!

He pinched the cigarette in his hand, and after washing his hands, he left the smoking room.

When he changed into sterile clothes and came to Lilia's bed, he was surprised to find that Lilia was really asleep.

The man furrowed his brows and continued to think about Vincent's previous behavior.

From his keen sense of smell, he still felt a little strange.

But Lilia was fast asleep at this time, so he didn't have the heart to wake her up. He found that her forehead was sweating, so he took a cotton swab and wiped it a little.

With a creeping pain, Lilia slept very restlessly. Due to the pain in her eyes, she could not sleep well.

When she woke up, she didn't know what time it was. She moved a little only to feel dizzy afterwards.

"Lilia? Are you up already?" Julius' gentle voice came from the side.

Lilia nodded slightly, her voice was weak as she answered, "What time is it? Has it been four hours already?"