My Fiancee Regrets Sleeping With Her Junior In Public
On New Year’s Eve, a poolside party was held at the hospital. There, my fiancee Valerie Charlton’s medical prodigy junior colleague, Cyrus Zeigler, drew the wildcard in a party game.
His task was to select a woman from the attendees and enact an explicit scene in front of everyone.
He scanned the crowd, and his gaze landed on Valerie.
“Valerie, you’re about to get married. I know I can’t have you. So let me have this one time. Okay?”
Valerie’s eyes welled up, and she was about to nod.
I scoffed and tossed the unsigned medical equipment purchase contract onto the table.
“You’d better think carefully. Either he gets lost, or your family’s hospital shuts down for good. Your choice.”
Cyrus glared at me angrily when he saw that Valerie was torn with indecision.
“Is it that Mr. Everest can’t take a joke? He’s already controlling everything you do before the wedding. After you get married, he’ll probably keep you in a cage.”
Valerie calmed down. Then, she turned to me and said scornfully, “You are a grown man. Have some grace. What era are we living in? Do you have to flaunt your masculinity all the time?”
I watched calmly as they walked toward the pool.
Then, I turned and made a phone call.
“Since she doesn’t care about this marriage, she can watch the Charlton family crumble.”