Chapter 6 Injured and Still Not Behaving?

Randy was beaten so badly that he couldn't get up, and he was furious.

In the end, he had no choice but to be taken to the hospital by ambulance.

Cheryl stayed with him, but she couldn't help her mind wandering to Lawrence in his wheelchair.

She hadn't thought much of it before, but once they were at the hospital, she happened to see Lawrence's photo on a magazine cover at the entrance.

Shocked by Lawrence's identity, she grew even more resentful of Hazel, who had stolen some of Keith's affection since they were kids.

Why did Hazel get to marry into the powerful Johnson Family with someone as formidable as Lawrence, while she was stuck with Randy, who couldn't even handle a bodyguard?

No, she had to win Lawrence over. Only she was worthy of him.

Meanwhile, Lawrence didn't take Hazel directly back to the villa but brought her to the nearest hospital instead.

It turned out Hazel had a mild concussion, so he arranged for her to be admitted.

"I don't want to stay in the hospital," Hazel's weak, hoarse voice came through. Lawrence frowned at her, wanting to tell her not to be difficult, but he stopped when he saw the fear in her eyes.

"If the patient doesn't want to stay, she can recuperate at home," the doctor, who knew Lawrence, suggested. After all, this was a private hospital funded by the Johnson Family, and their private medical care was just as good as the hospital's.

Lawrence agreed, had someone settle the bill, and then looked at Hazel, who was trying to get out of bed, her bare feet catching his attention.

He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening. "You're injured and still not behaving?"

Hazel looked at him, confused, not understanding who he was talking to. She just wanted to get out of bed; how was that misbehaving?

She glanced around; there was no one else in the room.

"Aren't we going home?" Hazel asked after a moment, her head feeling less foggy, though her voice was still raspy.

She decided to ignore Lawrence's earlier comment, assuming he was just talking nonsense.

'Home?' Lawrence thought, a mocking smile tugging at his lips as he remembered the place filled with schemes.

Sensing the change in his mood, Hazel hesitated, her foot retreating slightly. "What's wrong? Don't you want to go home tonight?"

But it was already late; where else could they go?

Surely, Mr. Johnson of the Johnson Family wouldn't stay at a hotel instead of going home?

Thinking of Luna, whom she had met yesterday, Hazel didn't like her either, let alone Lawrence.

Seeing Hazel's timid demeanor, Lawrence wheeled himself to the door but turned back when he didn't hear her following. "Aren't you coming?"

Hazel hurriedly jumped out of bed, but after a few steps, she heard him say, "You're running with a concussion?"

She tried to stop but ended up stumbling towards Lawrence. He seemed to anticipate her fall, initially planning to move his wheelchair out of the way, but his hand instinctively reached out to catch her.

"And you say you're not trying to seduce me?" Lawrence's eyes glinted, his lips curling into a cold, mocking smile.

Hazel awkwardly stood up, but the next moment, her head spun, and she fell again, this time landing face-first on his lap, making the situation even more embarrassing.

"Hazel!" Lawrence's face darkened, realizing something was off, and he gritted his teeth, calling her name.

Hazel quickly tried to push him away, forgetting he was in a wheelchair, and accidentally touched his sensitive area, causing Lawrence to grunt, his ears turning red.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Lawrence's voice was hoarse, his deep eyes glistening slightly, making Hazel's heart flutter. She quickly looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.

She hadn't meant to touch him there and couldn't imagine the usually stern Lawrence showing such an expression. His eyes were almost affectionate, as if he were the one seducing her.

Somehow, they made it back to the villa. After Hazel finished washing up and lay down, Lawrence was already on the other side of the bed, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Turning off the light, Hazel carefully lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped in. Despite her cautious movements, she couldn't avoid occasional friction. Just as she found a comfortable position, Lawrence's deep voice sounded. "Move again, and I'll throw you out to feed Puppy."

Hazel's eyes snapped open. She bravely turned to face Lawrence, whispering, "Puppies don't eat people."

Lawrence scoffed. Just because it was named Puppy didn't mean it was a small dog.

"Do you want to find out? Jason Johnson can show you." His voice carried a chill, making Hazel shiver. She didn't believe him but didn't want to see a dog in the middle of the night. "I know I was wrong. Let's sleep. Goodnight."

She was genuinely tired, her head heavy. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep.

But tonight, she was destined to be sleepless.

Hazel had a nightmare, finding herself back in the dark attic of the Anderson family, with the seemingly kind Matilda standing before her with a custom-made whip.

Covering her ears, Hazel tried not to hear Matilda's vile words, but they still reached her through her hands.

She didn't know how long it lasted. Her wounds had gone numb, and the silver whip was stained red.

When Matilda insulted Rachel, Hazel sprang up, charging at Matilda, ready to take her down with her.

In the dark room, Hazel's eyes flew open, her breath coming in gasps.

She knew it was a nightmare, but why did she feel like something sinister was watching her?

"Did you havea nightmare?" Lawrence's cool voice suddenly broke the silence, startling Hazel. She instinctively grabbed her pillow and swung it at him.

Lawrence felt a soft thud on his head, not painful but highly insulting.

"Are you taking revenge, aren't you?" Lawrence's voice was magnetic, gentle like the wind, lacking the aggressiveness of the day.

Hazel realized she was married, and the man beside her was her new husband, Lawrence. And she had just hit him with a pillow.

"Sorry, did it hurt?" Hazel asked.

Unable to see clearly, Hazel put down the pillow and reached for the bedside lamp.

But her hand was suddenly stopped, unable to move.

"Hazel, why did you marry me? What's your real motive?" Lawrence said.

Hazel blinked, her hand landing accurately on his handsome face despite the darkness. "I wanted to escape the Anderson family. You know that."