My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

Lilia's eyes were sharp, and her light colored eyes were still clear and indifferent.

Alfred looked at her intently, the love etched in his mind was his midnight dream.

However, his feelings changed due to the hatred of his family.

Before tonight, he had never regretted it.

But after tonight, he regretted it.

"I would thoroughly investigate this matter, but I… never thought of hurting you!"

Alfred's tone seemed to explain himself.

He clenched his teeth, holding back his emotions, and his eyes gradually became deep. "I promise this kind of thing will not happen again in the future.."

Lilia's face was stunned. She looked down at the tip of the man's shoe and smiled casually. "No matter what happens in the future, at least I have learned many things from you."

Alfred looked at her and didn't answer.

Lilia raised her eyebrows. When she slowly turned around, she said five words. "The human heart is unpredictable." 

As the words fell, she walked away leisurely.

Her shadow cast a long, thin silhouette on the corridor floor.

Alfred watched her leave in an instant, his palms in his pockets tightly curled up.

In his heart, the night had become completely empty.

All this time, his heart was full of illusions about her.

Now, he had ruined everything, including the last bridge that connected them.

It was a pity that all their hopes and friendships were ruined by him.

He had never regretted being born into the Ricardo family, but now....

Alfred stood still for a long time, until the sound of footsteps came from the garden of the hotel.

He slowly averted his gaze, colliding with Jean's. But neither spoke a word.

At this moment, Jean did not have a distinct color on his face, only stared at him darkly and deeply, then passed him in an instant.

Alfred pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "What happened to you over ten years ago?"

The man's steps stopped for a few seconds at his words.

He didn't look back, his face was cold. "You shouldn't have asked me!"

Alfred walked forward, he hesitated for a moment and frankly said, "So, is it true?"

Jean didn't give a word, only showing cold shoulders.

In an instant, Alfred understood.

He claims to be Jean's opponent, but he has no knowledge of his past.

But he knew very well in his heart that Jean would not lie!

He, a humble but arrogant man, never bothered to lie.

Alfred suppressed all his expressions, and after taking a deep breath, a word he rarely spoke flowed through the air. "Sorry!"

Other than that, he couldn't say anything.

His father's death was an accident. Over the years, he had been instilled in hatred by his grandmother.

His hatred was tormenting, but in the end, it turned out into a sick joke.

After so many years in his life, he suddenly couldn't see the truth of the illusion.

If he could turn back time, he'd rather be what Lilia said… be a teacher.

He may be evil, but in the final word, he is only human.

Kindness was still in his heart, and now he knew he had to stop!

If Alfred liked Lilia, he could do it as long as he wanted. But he could only keep it in his heart and not let it out.

In the face of interests and family, he must be able to let Lilia go!

And that kind of love is not pure enough!

...

Not long after, Lilia returned to the hotel room.

As she stepped out of the elevator, she looked around warily.

Seeing Alfred not following, she was finally able to heave a sigh of relief.

She just hoped that Alfred still had enough light in his heart to distinguish right from wrong.

Lilia was pacing slowly into the room, then suddenly there was a "ding" sound behind her which was a reminder of the arrival of the elevator.

She quickly turned around, and Jean's tall and cold figure appeared before her.

Lilia smiled lightly, her gaze fixed on his face for a moment.

It seems that her husband has found peace, at least his expression is no longer too heavy.

The man walked over and opened his palms as he approached her.

Lilia handed her hand, and as her fingers clenched, she said comfortably, "Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine." The corner of the man's lips curved slightly, and although there was still deep doubt in his eyes, his handsome face had recovered indifferently.

Lilia took his hand and gradually shortened the distance between them. She saw the man's face and pulled him to whisper. "I just met Alfred near the park!" 

The man's reaction seemed normal. He met her eyes and pursed his lips. "What were you talking about?"

Seeing the indifference in his expression, Lilia's eyes flashed, and she answered honestly, "I'm just telling him what's in my heart. But why aren't you surprised? Did you meet him downstairs too?"

Jean took a deep breath then said, "We did meet, I don't think he'll be causing us any more trouble any time soon!"

Lilia heard her husband's sigh, but she couldn't help but be curious. "Really? What were you two talking about?" 

The man stared at her, his thin lips looking curved, but he did not continue to explain.

Seeing this, Lilia released her curiosity.

She believed with her husband's view, there must be a big change in their meeting.

Lilia is not someone who gets carried away easily, and after a few conversations, the two returned to the bedroom door.

In the living room, Chris and the others were still sitting, and their expressions were still tense and sad.

Irene's mood had stabilized, but there were still tears in the corners of her eyes.

Alice turned her head when she heard the door open, and she was clearly relieved to see Lilia and Jean.

Right at this moment, Doctor Lucas and the rest of the medical staff came out of the room.

Everyone looked at them for a moment, holding their breath.

Doctor Lucas took off his gloves and glanced, and his gaze fell on Jean's face.

He shook his head and sighed, then said softly, "I just gave him an injection, he should be asleep by now!"

"Doctor, how is he? Is this injury serious?"

Irene woke up quickly, her eyes looking at Doctor Lucas filled with panic and impatience.

Just as Doctor Lucas was about to speak, James also came at the right time.

It could be seen that he was in a bad mood, and his eyes were too red.

Doctor Lucas stood on the spot and tucked his gloves into his white coat pocket, sighing. "Sir, Madam, Young Master, his condition… is not very good."

"We only did the first few treatments for him. During the examination, I discovered that the patient's spine was badly injured and left for many years. Now the entire spine has been badly damaged. Moreover, the muscles in his left waist and spine have harmed the nerves. There are also scars on his left leg and calf bone. It seems that when he was injured, he didn't receive any treatment at all, which caused his calf bone to be completely twisted..."