Chapter 9 Don't Do This, I Beg You

[Hey everyone, did you hear? Dr. Evans from our department is someone's mistress. I saw her at the mall today, and before I could say much, she had someone teach me a lesson. She insists it has nothing to do with me, but I can't just stand by and let her tarnish the hospital and our department's reputation.]

[What if that man's wife comes to the hospital and causes a scene? What should we do then?]

As soon as Stella posted this message, Monica saw it.

No one else in the group responded.

Monica was furious and replied in the work chat: [Do you have any evidence? If you don't, then stop spreading rumors!]

Stella immediately sent a photo of her swollen lip. [Then what do you call this?]

Before Monica could respond, the department head, Avery Davis, chimed in: [Don't affect the hospital or the department. This is a work group, not a place for your arguments!]

Monica was livid and replied: [Stella, stop spreading lies about me, or you'll pay for it!]

Stella wasn't scared at all: [This is a lawful society. What do you plan to do?]

Monica didn't respond, but Stella was getting anxious.

Stella: [Being kept by a rich man is so great? The truth will come out eventually. When his wife finds out, she'll cause a huge scene, maybe even come to our department.]

Monica, wearing the cheapest T-shirt and jeans, and using the most basic phone, had no money to shop at high-end stores.

If she had a rich boyfriend, he'd be picking her up in a car, not just taking her to the mall.

So, it must be Monica's sugar daddy.

And now Monica was threatening her?

She'd let Monica threaten her!

Stella: [@Avery Davis. Mr. Davis! Monica's behavior will definitely affect our department. We should fire her or give her a penalty, or I'll go to the director!]

Stella was the only one frantically sending messages, and Avery didn't respond at all.

Monica saved the chat records. If Stella insisted on making trouble, these would be evidence.

She didn't want to argue with Stella anymore.

Unexpectedly, Monica's silence made Stella even more arrogant.

Stella: [Assault is illegal. We're colleagues, and I don't want to blow this up. But if you don't give me an explanation, it won't end well when your sugar daddy's wife finds out.]

In Stella's mind, Monica's silence meant she was guilty and scared, probably crying in the mall right now.

But the next second, Avery warned in the group.

Avery: [Stella, if you don't want to lose your job, shut up!]

He didn't know or care if Monica was someone's mistress. He only knew Stella was going crazy in the group.

If the chat records got out, what would happen to their department's reputation?

To prevent Stella from causing more trouble, Avery even disbanded the group.

Stella was furious as she stared at her phone.

Why wasn't this going as she imagined?

Sure, people might not care, but Monica's sugar daddy's wife would.

Once she found Monica's sugar daddy's wife, Monica wouldn't be so arrogant!

Monica chatted with Justin about the Robinson family and reviewed some documents. Shortly after, he drove to the hospital entrance.

Before getting out, Monica checked her phone.

She was surprised to see Avery had disbanded the group.

Luckily, Monica had saved Stella's crazy messages.

As she got out, Justin had waited for her by the door and taken the bags from her.

They walked to the hospital room.

Justin placed the bags on the bedside table, perfectly timed. "Mrs. Robinson, I'll wait outside." With that, he left.

Hearing the door close, Brandon opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

His deep gaze fell on Monica. "Did you get everything I asked for?"

Monica was speechless.

Brandon only thought about sex!

Monica bit her lip and whispered, "I had Justin prepare it. He'll send it over later. If I bought it myself, I might be noticed."

After all, everyone thought Brandon was in a coma, unable to move, let alone have sex.

Who would she wear sexy lingerie for?

She didn't want to be attacked by rumors or have Angelina come after her!

"You're quite clever." Brandon chuckled and beckoned Monica over.

Monica walked to him.

Unexpectedly, Brandon grabbed her wrist and pulled her close.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand moving upward.

The cold touch made Monica shiver. She grabbed his hand. "I've already wasted a lot of time. I need to get to the Robinson Mansion."

Brandon didn't let go, his voice husky and commanding. "You've already wasted time. What's a little more?"

Monica was exasperated. "Brandon, is sex all you think about?"

She hurriedly took clothes out of the shopping bag. "I need to change."

He had endless energy; she was exhausted!

Brandon narrowed his eyes and gazed at her, "Change here."

"How can I change if you don't let go?" Monica was helpless.

Brandon didn't respond but released her as she asked.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Monica quickly ran to the bathroom.

Watching her flee, Brandon smirked and followed her.

Monica hadn't locked the bathroom door, and as Brandon entered, he found her in her underwear.

Seeing Brandon, Monica instinctively covered her chest. "Brandon, you can't just pop in like this. Is sex all you think about?"

Brandon laughed. "I just need to use the bathroom. You're looking at me like I'm some kind of monster. Relax!"

In a flustered silence, Monica quickly wrapped a towel around herself and made an awkward dash for the door.

But Brandon pulled her into his arms.

Monica's body tensed. "Oh, stop! I'm not interested in that. I'm just really embarrassed."

"I don't need to anymore. I want to have sex with you!" With that, Brandon yanked the towel off her.

Facing the mirror, Monica could see their reflection.

Brandon's hand circled her neck, pressing close.

Her voice was hoarse. "Please, don't. I beg you."

She had just experienced sex and was still shy about being naked with Brandon, especially in front of a mirror.

"Now you beg me? Why did you run earlier?" Brandon whispered in her ear, and His hand moved down her neck.

Monica trembled uncontrollably. She didn't dare open her eyes, knowing she'd see the erotic scene in the mirror. "Please, let me go now. I'll satisfy you tonight at home, okay?"

But she didn't realize how enticing she looked to Brandon.

His hand tangled in her hair, his lips at her ear, his breath hot. "Be good."

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

Brandon heard the noise and let go of Monica, sliding down the wall.

The door opened, and Angelina stood there.