Chapter 7: Helped

Monica's eyes were all red and teary. She didn't notice the man trailing behind her from a distance.

She didn’t have much left on her. All through her stay at the McKenzie's, everything she bought was billed to Liam, so she didn’t keep any money with her. The atmosphere changed and it started raining. She didn’t even stop to stand under a shade and kept dragging her boxes under the rain.

Her clothes and hair were all drenched, and it wasn’t long before she started feeling cold. Her once-cheery life had gone sore. She didn’t have any more strength left. Her biological mother was dead, and she wasn’t sure anyone else was willing to accept her.

A black Mercedes pulled beside her, and Spencer came down from the car and held the umbrella above her head.

“Monica…” he gently called.

Her ghostly pale face turned to him with shaky lips. “Liam.”

Spencer’s face changed in a moment.

“You came for me?” she shivered.

Spencer swallowed as he grabbed her. She had a fever. She was mistaking him for Liam again. He had been a bit worried about her, so he had someone stay close and watch her. He was scared that the paparazzi might get hold of the news about her divorce and attack her.

He gasped as she threw herself into his arms. Her clothes were pressed against her skin, so every curve of her body was felt by him.

“Let me take you home.” He shook her gently, but she didn’t respond. He carefully checked her out, only to find that she had passed out. He carried her to the car and drove to his place. She was already shivering by the time he got back home.

His maid followed him to the guest room. “Sir Spencer, why are you bringing your brother’s wife back home?”

The maid, Susana, had been with him for a long time. He loved her and respected her. She had been his nanny before he knew his biological father. She had taken care of him for a long time and knew most of his deep secrets.

“She was stranded, and I helped her out.”

“Spencer, this girl is trouble. You have moved on from her, you should stay away from her.”

Spencer carefully dropped her into the bathtub. “Aunt Suzy, I have nothing to do with her now. I just wanted to help, so please, help me change her into dry clothes.”

Aunt Susana gave him a skeptical look as he left the room. Memories he had buried inside came flooding back in.

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Four Years Ago

Spencer walked out of the house and picked out the latest fashion magazine from his mailbox. He flipped through the pages, and a smile graced his lips as his eyes landed on a figure of a model in the latest lingerie collection.

“You are obsessed with this girl,” his nanny peeked over his shoulder as his eyes wandered on the magazine pages.

“She’s so beautiful,” Spencer whispered.

“You’ve been crushing on her for the past two years,” his nanny teased. He took the magazine into his room and placed it with his numerous collections.

He had a few of her pictures on his walls.

His mind wandered back to the present. He was beyond shocked when he returned from college to find out that his half-brother was engaged to his crush. His stepmom had everything arranged. He was really heartbroken after seeing his crush in someone else’s arms. He knew his brother didn’t love her, but he couldn’t do anything. He was cheating on her. He wanted to warn her, but before he knew it, he was arrested for murder.

He went into his room and took off his clothes. He had a hectic day. While abroad, he had managed to set up a fashion company, but no one knew that he owned it. He was trying to bring a branch to his hometown without revealing his identity until he could clear his name about the fire.

He got dressed in a shirt and shorts and walked back to the guest room. “How is she?” he asked.

“She is running a fever,” she replied quietly. “I tried calling a doctor… but because of the heavy rain, none of them would be able to come.”

Spencer stood still for a moment, staring at her on the bed. Then, he swallowed hard and slowly stepped forward. Everything he had buried inside came surging to the surface. He thought he had moved on, but it turned out that he had not.

“She is still your brother’s wife. You should not be involved with her.”

Spencer ignored his maid’s words and walked to the bed. She was shaking badly. He grabbed the duvet and climbed in next to her.

“Sir Spencer, you shouldn’t indulge in this obsession. It almost ruined you once.”

Spencer carefully pulled her into his arms. It was the only way to keep her warm.

“The cold will get worse, Aunt Suzy.”

Aunt Suzy didn’t want to argue anymore, so she left the room with a sigh. She didn’t want history to repeat itself.

Spencer pulled Monica into his arms, and she flushed against his body, trying to bury herself in the warmth.

“You will be fine,” he whispered.

She flushed again and murmured softly, “Liam.”

Spencer’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t pull away.

Rain drummed softly against the window as he tucked the duvet tighter around her.

He had her in his arms, but she still belonged to someone else.

Spencer pulled Monica into his arms, and she flushed against his body, trying to bury herself in the warmth.

“You will be fine,” he whispered.

She flushed again and murmured softly, “Liam.”

Spencer’s heart sank. She still couldn’t see him.

Rain battered the windows harder now, almost as if the skies themselves were echoing his turmoil.

He pulled the duvet tighter around her, fighting every instinct to pull her even closer.

Then her lips moved again—barely audible.

But this time, it wasn’t Liam’s name.

His breath caught.

He leaned in slowly. “What did you say?”

She mumbled something once more, her brows furrowing like she was fighting a memory.

And then, her eyes slowly fluttered open—locking with his for the briefest moment.

“…Spencer?”

He froze.

She opened her eyes weakly and looked at him for a second before closing them again.

His heart thudded.

She saw him. Just for a moment—she saw him.