Semua Bab Forced To Marry The Unwanted Billionaire: Bab 41 - Bab 50

As Brandon rushed to the hospital, his mind whirled with a tumult of emotions. Fear gnawed at his insides as he contemplated the possibility of Kinsey being injured or worse. The drive to the hospital felt agonizingly long, every passing second punctuated by a sense of impending dread.As he was close to the hospital, a sense of foreboding gnawed at him. Did somebody hurt Kinsey? The call from hospital staff was cut, and he failed to inform Brandon what exactly happened to Kinsey. His thoughts drove him forward with a single-minded determination to ensure Kinsey's safety, no matter the cost.When Brandon finally arrived at the hospital, he lost no time locating Kinsey's room. As he pushed open the door, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her lying on the hospital bed, pale and fragile beneath the sterile hospital lights.As Brandon sat by Kinsey's bedside, his heart heavy with concern, Dr. Edwards approached him, his expression grave. Although Brandon was rumored to be half-exil

As Brandon sat by Kinsey's bedside as they got home from the hospital, his presence offered her a sense of comfort and security she hadn't felt in a long time. The worry lines on his face softened as he looked at her, his eyes filled with genuine concern."How are you feeling?" he asked softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.Kinsey managed a weak smile, feeling a rush of warmth at his touch. "Better now that you're here," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart melts at Brandon's sweetness since he got to the hospital after she was admitted.Brandon's gaze softened even further, his heart swelling with affection for the woman lying before him. "I'm just glad you're okay," he replied, his voice tinged with relief.Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Brandon's phone ringing on the bedside table. He picked it up and glanced at the screen. It was his assistant, Max. "I need to take this," he said, swiping the screen to answer the

As they rode together in the car toward Simons' family dinner, Kinsey couldn't shake the lingering warmth that spread through her body, recalling the intimate moments she and Brandon had shared earlier.Kinsey wasn't expecting Brandon to ask about such a condition. He was so naughty and hot during their lovemaking, but she wasn't complaining as she loved every bit of it. Her cheeks flushed at the memory, and she stole a glance at Brandon, who sat beside her.Feeling Kinsey's gaze upon him, Brandon turned to her with a mischievous grin. "What's got you blushing, Kinsey?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement."Nothing," she lied."Are you nervous about the family gathering?" He asked.Kinsey nodded yes as she really was nervous. Oblivious about Brandon's family background. Would they treat her as family when in fact, Brandon is a half-exile from the Simons clan?Brandon chuckled softly, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand. "You know, Kinsey, I meant what I said earlier," he

Earlier, Brandon spoke with Connor's attending physician as he left Connor's room. "Dr. Peterson, how is Connor doing?" Brandon inquired eagerly as he caught up with the attending physician in the hospital corridor.Dr. Peterson offered a reassuring smile. "He's doing remarkably well, Mr. Simons," he replied. "His latest tests show that his condition is stable, and he's responding positively to the transplant. We're cautiously optimistic about his progress."Relief flooded over Brandon as he absorbed the doctor's words. "Thank you, doctor," he said sincerely. "That's wonderful news to hear."Brandon was so glad Connor was constantly doing great, which would affect Kinsey. He knew only Connor could brighten Kinsey's mood whenever she was down.Meanwhile, on their way home, Kinsey couldn't help but recall how Connor confessed about his dreams. She felt sorry that his poor nephew had to go through the trauma from their family at a young age."Hey, Connor, it's okay," Kinsey whispered soo

Blair fidgeted with her fork, her mind wandering as she tried to focus on the conversation with Director Lawrence Hall. Despite his attempts to engage her in a discussion about the favorite luxury bag she wanted to buy, Blair couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was something familiar about the face of Karl.It was like she had already seen him at one of the business events she attended before. But he was just an employee. Kinsey was having an internal battle."Lawrence, do you know anything about Karl? He seems oddly familiar to me," Blair asked casually, trying not to give it importance.Lawrence glanced at Blair, surprised by the sudden change in topic. "Karl? Not much, I'm afraid. He's just another employee at the company. Why do you ask?""Oh, no reason. I just thought I recognized him from somewhere, that's all," she said, dismissing her thoughts. He might just happen to have a resemblance to one of her acquaintances.Despite that Blair couldn't shake the feeling of une