Chapter 6

"Why would Mr. Mercer hit someone?" Caleb wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.

"Stay away from her, can someone like you, a filthy creature, even touch my people?" Dawson coldly looked at him.

"Don't be so nervous, I was just joking with Raine."

"No need for jokes, if you wanted to live long, it would be best to behave yourself. I don't want to say it a second time."

Afterwards, Dawson grabbed Lorraine's hand and said, "Let's go."

"I hadn't found my clothes yet..." Lorraine suddenly remembered the purpose of coming to the old room.

"What are you looking for? Those old clothes? Just leave it"

Dawson became angry at the thought of the cheap clothes that Lorraine had brought.

After Dawson pulled Lorraine and left, Caleb leaned against the corridor and lit a cigarette, smiling.

In the room.

"Seducing Caleb? That was hardly a wise move. Do you even know his reputation in Amber City? Or are you just not afraid of catching disease?"

Lorraine's temper flared. "Which eye of yours saw me seducing him?"

"You went out in a bathrobe, with your hair still wet..."

"If that's what you call seduction, then I have nothing to say to you," Lorraine said before turning around and walking into the bathroom to dry her hair.

Dawson had helped her out of the situation earlier.

But she wasn't grateful. If he hadn't stepped in, she would have dealt with Caleb herself.

This man saved her, yet he still mocked her. His words were as sharp as ever. She was furious, vowing to keep her distance from him from now on.

After drying her hair, Lorraine felt exhausted.

To cure Dawson's eyes, they had traveled all the way to Phoenix Ridge.

Driving for hundreds of kilometers on winding mountain roads, searching for herbs, and making medicine—it had all been physically draining.

She just wanted to sleep. But the moment she walked out, she was met with an unexpected sight—Dawson already lying in bed like he owned the place, his upper body completely exposed.

To make things worse, the guest room only had one 1.8-meter-wide bed. No sofa. No extra mattress.

"You can sleep on the floor if you want, but there's no blanket," Dawson said absent mindedly while playing with his phone.

His words only fueled Lorraine's anger.

"Why should I sleep on the floor?"

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," he replied lazily. "I don't like the cold."

"Oh, so you hate the cold, but I don't?"

"Then stop complaining and get in bed."

"I..."

Lorraine was momentarily speechless. She didn't want to argue further and climbed onto the bed cautiously.

She reached for the blanket, trying to pull just enough to cover herself. The entire blanket came undone. Her breath hitched.

But she pulled too hard. The entire blanket came undone. Her breath hitched.

Dawson was only wearing a pair of briefs. The sight was... quite something.

Heat rushed to Lorraine's face as she immediately turned away, not daring to look.

"What's wrong, Ms. Turner?" Dawson's voice carried a teasing edge. "What exactly did you want to do to me?"

"I didn't mean to! I was just trying to pull the blanket!"

"If you have any needs, I can also fulfill them. I happen to be bored tonight," he said, deliberately provoking her.

"No need, I have no such needs. If Mr. Mercer can't hold back, he's welcome to go elsewhere and handle it himself."

Dawson chuckled. "Oh? You seem to know a lot about how to 'handle' things outside."

Lorraine snapped. "Dawson, that's enough! I saved your life! Without me, you'd still be blind!"

He smirked. "That's why I want to repay you. Do you know how many women in Amber City would do anything to get into my bed?"

He leaned in, whispering into her ear.

"Well, I wasn't one of them," Lorraine said coldly.

"I could make you very happy," he continued in a teasing tone.

"You can go ahead and sleep. I'm leaving," Lorraine said, unable to bear it any longer. She got up, intending to return to her old room.

But before she could take another step, a strong hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her straight into his arms.

"Dawson, what are you doing—"

"Shh." His fingers pressed lightly against her lips.

Lorraine froze. Then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Mr. Mercer? Raine? Are you two asleep?"

Dawson, still holding her in place, called out, "We are. What is it?"

"I brought you some fruit and ginseng soup. It's good for sleep," Eleanor's voice came from outside.

"Come in."

As the door opened, Dawson didn't move an inch.

Instead, he pulled the blanket up to cover his lower body, keeping Lorraine trapped against him.

The moment Eleanor entered; she was stunned.

She hadn't expected to see such a scene.

Lorraine, in a bathrobe, was tightly held in Dawson's embrace.

Dawson himself leaned against the bed, one hand holding his phone. No matter how one looked at it, the two of them seemed... very intimate.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you," Eleanor said hesitantly.

"It's fine. Thank you, Aunt," Dawson replied nonchalantly.

"You guys go to bed early quickly, I won't disturb you anymore. Raine, remember to drink ginseng soup."

"Thank you, Mrs. Gregory," Lorraine mumbled, burying her face in Dawson's chest. Even if this was just an act, the situation was too awkward for her to face the elder.

Once Eleanor left, Dawson finally let go.

"She was testing us," he said.

"Testing what?"

"What do you think?" Dawson smirked, tilting his head slightly as he gazed at her.

"I just feel like I was never important in the Gregory family, so it doesn't really matter..."

"You might not have been important, but Sienna was."

Lorraine frowned. "What does Sienna have to do with this?"

"Don't be in such a rush," Dawson said, tapping his phone. "Listen to this."

At some point, his phone had been connected to a recording device.

A voice played from the speaker—it was Eleanor.

"I just checked on them... It looks like they've already slept together."

Lorraine's eyes widened as she turned to Dawson in shock. "You bugged the room?!"

He is just too fast...

"You..." Lorraine didn't finish her sentence before Dawson interrupted, "Shh, listen carefully. This is getting interesting."

Sienna: "Impossible! How could Dawson be interested in that country bumpkin?"

John: "You already married with Peter, just give it up besides his eyes already recovered, it also part of luck."

Sienna: "Impossible, this wedding was supposed to be mine, and Peter is a scumbag, we never even slept together since we married, although I'm not even in love with him, I also don't want to be left alone in the empty house."

Eleanor: "I advised you to be more open-minded. The Reed family is also good. Among the wealthy families, which one doesn't have women outside?"

Sienna: "Well, Dawson doesn't have it. I investigated it before."

John: "So, weren't you the one unwilling to marry him? What's the point of saying this now?"

Sienna: "I thought Dawson was blind this whole time! Who knew he got better? Sob, sob. I don't care—I want my things back! Even if I can't, I won't let that village girl Lorraine take the First Lady's place. Who does she think she is? What right does she have?"

Eleanor: "What's done is done. Let's talk about it later. Stop making a fuss."

Sienna: "No way! Mom, go find Lorraine and make her divorce Dawson. You took care of her for four years—she owes you. She's too soft hearted to say no."

Eleanor: "She won't agree, will she? I mean, it's the Mercer family."

Sienna: "Then pressure her! You and Dad go together, keep pushing her, guilt-trip her if you have to. Lorraine's softhearted—she'll give in. No matter what, she cannot be with Dawson. I won't stand it."

"I don't care what you do, just make them divorce now! This is an insult—a slap in my face!"

"Back then, Lorraine was married off in my place, and Dawson was still blind."

Now that Dawson was fine, Sienna was fuming. No way was she letting Lorraine take her place.

Sienna from the Gregory family had always been arrogant. What she didn't have other also couldn't have it.

In the room, the conversation of these three people was heard clearly by Dawson and Lorraine.

"They want you to divorce me, what are you planning to do?" Dawson glanced at Lorraine and asked.