Chapter 3

Marilyn wanted to leave. She still had things to do, but the nurse asked her to pay attention to the man's state. She saved him, so she couldn't leave until the man's family came.

Marilyn waited and fell asleep on the bed.

Malcolm opened his eyes slightly on the bed. He looked around with his deep eyes and discovered that he was in the hospital.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and the ringtone let out.

When Malcolm heard the noisy sound, he knitted his sharp browns in a bad mood.

Marilyn heard the familiar ringtone and took out the phone from the backpack on her knees. She answered the phone without looking up.

"Arturo." She just woke up, so her voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Mom, it's Laverne." His daughter's displeased voice came from the phone.

"Laverne, what's wrong?" Marilyn sobered up a little.

"We're here. Laverne, don't worry." Marilyn listened to her daughter's words and softly hummed.

After hanging up the phone, Marilyn felt that her arms were numb and stretched herself. When she looked up, she suddenly saw that the man on the bed had woken up. She frowned slightly and slowly stood up.

Her tone was indifferent and distant. "Sir, you are awake. I should go. Call your family to look after you!"

"Did you save me?" Malcolm's voice was low and deep, and he looked imposing.

He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. Her hair was brown and curly. Her face looked delicate and tender. Her eyes were big and clear, like orchids in the valley. She smelt good, but her white dress was stained with blood.

Malcolm had seen all kinds of women, but he had never seen such a pure and beautiful woman like her. But why did her eyes look so familiar?

"Sir, it was the doctor who saved you. I just called an ambulance and came here with the ambulance. Goodbye!"

Marilyn looked at the time. It was already past six o'clock. She was going to be late for Arturo's piano competition, so she did not care about Malcolm's unfriendly attitude.

She turned around and left in a hurry.

Malcolm stared at the woman who was leaving without hesitation.

His mouth curled up into a cold smile. Never had a woman ignored him before.

The woman's answer was quite interesting.

When Marilyn took the elevator, a handsome man in a suit went upstairs through the elevator in a hurry.

Marilyn looked at her phone. It was already past six o'clock. She glanced at the address her son had sent her and she smiled. Her son's competition was about to start, so she had to hurry up.

"Malcolm, you are here. I've searched half of the hospital in Fielddell." Julian panted as he looked at Malcolm, who was lying on the bed with an indifferent expression.

"Someone did something to the brakes. Go back and investigate it." Malcolm said coldly and angrily. His deep eyes flashed with a trace of bloodlust, and a chill suddenly spread through the room.

Julian nodded with a solemn expression.

"I'm sorry, sir. I left something here." Marilyn ran back, panting.

Malcolm smiled mockingly. Was this woman playing hard to get?

Marilyn left the hospital and found that she left her handkerchief in the ward.

She lowered her head and looked around anxiously. It was a gift from her daughter and was very important to her.

"No!" Marilyn was so anxious that she patted her forehead. She remembered that she had been holding it in her hand all this time.

She quickly kneeled on the ground and searched under the hospital bed, but she didn't find it.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged cleaner from the hospital came in.

Marilyn quickly walked over, "Did you see a handkerchief with blood on it when you cleaned up the ward?"

The cleaner shook her head, "Miss, I haven't cleaned up the ward yet."

Did she leave it in the ambulance? No, she kept holding it in her hand.

She quickly took out paper and pen, wrote down her number, and handed it to the cleaner.

"This is my phone number. If you find the handkerchief, please call me. I will thank you properly. That handkerchief is very important to me."

"OK, I will call you when I see it." The cleaner took over the paper and began to clean the room.

Marilyn put the pen away.

At this time, her phone rang again. Marilyn took out her phone and went out.

From the beginning to the end, she had never glanced at Malcolm and Julian.

Julian looked at Marilyn's back as she left, his handsome face slightly stunned!

"Malcolm, who is this woman? She is in such a hurry, but she is pretty!" Julian narrowed his beautiful eyes.

Malcolm did not say anything. He thought that she used a lame excuse to draw his attention. Countless women tried hard to please him and get close to him.

Malcolm narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked so indifferent and arrogant that no strangers dared to get close to him.

After the cleaner left, Malcolm lifted the quilt and planned to go home to rest. He hated hospitals.

Suddenly, he saw a handkerchief under the quilt and he narrowed his sharp eyes!

She left the handkerchief here when she was sleeping here.

"Julian, go get the woman's phone number from that cleaner. Take this handkerchief back and clean it." Malcolm smiled playfully. He wanted to know what tricks Marilyn was playing.

He seemed to have forgotten that Marilyn just saved his life!

"Got it!" Julian understood Malcolm's expression and gaze. He quickly turned around to ask for her phone number.

When Marilyn left the hospital, it was rush hour, and the traffic was very bad.

She stood there for a long time and couldn't get a taxi, so she called Roland and asked him to pick her up quickly. Otherwise, she would miss Arturo's competition.

When Malcolm and Julian came out of the hospital, they happened to see Marilyn, who was standing at the roadside.

Julian went to get the car, and Malcolm waited on the spot.

Malcolm had changed his clothes. He looked noble and elegant. He lowered his head and looked at the handkerchief in his hand. Then, he looked up at the beautiful woman who was waiting at the roadside.

"Lynn, I'm here!" Not far away, a handsome man said to Marilyn happily on a motorcycle.

Marilyn smiled and ran towards the motorcycle.

She sat on the motorcycle, and the motorcycle drove past Malcolm quickly.

"Lynn." Malcolm stared blankly at Marilyn's back as she left, and pain flashed through his deep eyes.

Her name was Lynn.

Under the setting sun, the man's tall figure seemed to be covered with deep sorrow.

He hadn't heard from Lynn for many years. Now that he heard this name, he was in so much pain that he could not breathe.

"Malcolm, get in the car." Julian stopped the car in front of Malcolm and waved at him with a smile.