Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 313

"Since Mr. Collins is so perfect in your eyes, don't you have any thoughts about him?" I asked, genuinely curious.

I wasn't jealous at all; it was a sincere question from the heart.

Both of their families were well-matched, and they were both highly capable. In my view, they would make a perfect pair.

Paula shook her head. "Mr. Collins is impressive, but I only admire him. There's no romantic feeling involved. Besides, he and I wouldn't be a good match. I prefer a cute guy who listens to me and goes along with what I say."

That made sense. Paula had a bit of pride and assertiveness, and Christopher was undeniably domineering. If they had a disagreement, it could easily turn into a heated argument.

"Actually..."

I wanted to comfort Paula a bit.

She seemed to know what I was about to say and quickly interrupted, "If you're going to comfort me, save it. I have no regrets. These things are all about fate. But you..."

I pointed at myself. "What about me?"

"Nothing much, just a piece of advice from someone who's been there. Sometimes, fate is fleeting. When you encounter it, you need to seize it tightly and not let it slip away."

"Yes, yes!"

I nodded, avoiding Paula's gaze, vaguely understanding her meaning.

I changed the subject. "No wonder you're studying law. You speak so eloquently. I bow to your superior skills."

"Stop teasing me." Paula tapped my forehead.

I covered my head and glanced at the time. "I won't keep you. Remember to have breakfast; it's pretty good. I'm off to work."

"I'll walk you out!" Paula grabbed her coat, ready to go downstairs with me.

"No need, I drove here!"

I declined Paula's kind offer and left directly.

Just as I got into the car and was about to start it, a news alert popped up on my phone.

I looked at it and saw it was about Marlowe.

Someone had exposed the truth about Marlowe's car accident, and there was a video attached.

In the video, Marlowe's terrifying expression towards the child was enough to scare anyone. No wonder the child was frightened.

Although the child was noisy and annoying, most adults had children, and we all grew up from childhood. We should have some tolerance for such young, unruly kids.

Moreover, the child's mother didn't make a fuss and politely apologized to Marlowe.

Unexpectedly, Marlowe wouldn't let it go, which angered the child's family.

Nowadays, families pampered their children, especially those with some local influence, who were even less tolerant.

Although causing a car accident was wrong, it was somewhat understandable given the circumstances.

Plus, Marlowe had a kidnapping charge, making netizens even less forgiving.

Netizen 1: [Marlowe deserved the car accident. If she messes with me, I'll make sure she doesn't see the sunrise tomorrow.]

Netizen 2: [Marlowe seems like she has a manic disorder. How could someone like her be Mr. Collins' girlfriend? I bet she fell for Mr. Collins and couldn't have him, so she turned hateful. Being liked by such a woman is truly terrifying.]

Netizen 3: [I support Mr. Collins and Summit Innovations Group. Encountering a woman like her in real life would be devastating. If she was in a bad mood, she might do something irrational.]

Most of the comments were criticizing Marlowe.

At this moment, Marlowe was still detained and probably couldn't see these news reports, which was a bit of a shame.

If she knew, I wondered if she would break down and regret it. Probably not.

Her tactics against Quinlan showed she wasn't soft-hearted.

No wonder Quinlan said, "She'll never change."

She saw it clearly.

This news was good for Summit Innovations Group, and I felt a sense of relief.

With a cheerful mood, I started the car and headed to the office.

Many colleagues who genuinely cared about the company were in good spirits too.

A colleague who was close to me moved next to me in the break room while I was getting water and said happily, "Did you see the truth about Marlowe's car accident online?"

I nodded.

The colleague continued, "I knew Mr. Collins was the best. No matter how she slanders him, the truth will prevail. The public can see clearly."

"Yes!"

I smiled at the colleague, who seemed more like a fan of Christopher, which explained her interest in the matter.

Then I returned to my desk with my water.

My email inbox was full of documents, and there were several more on my desk.

These documents needed to be processed quickly and sent to Christopher, so I focused entirely on my work, not thinking about anything else.

Moreover, my good mood made me quite efficient.

After sending the processed documents to Christopher's email, I called him to update him.

Strangely, Christopher hadn't come to work today.

Luckily, I only briefly mentioned the emails and hung up without bringing up last night's awkwardness.

The afternoon was more relaxed, and I even closed my eyes to rest a bit. By the end of the day, I felt much more refreshed.

Driving home, I passed by Christopher's house and decided to stop and bring Sunny back.

I didn't expect to see Christopher coming out with the dog leash just as I got out of the car.

He was about to walk the dog!

"Christopher, can I take Sunny?"

I tried to act natural as I spoke to him.

Thankfully, Sunny remembered me as its owner this time, rubbing against my leg. Even Biscuit, usually aloof, wagged its tail in greeting.

Christopher looked at me calmly, but his face was slightly flushed.

Could he be thinking about last night again?

"Sure, here's the leash." Christopher's voice was hoarse as he handed me the leash.

I instinctively reached out to take it, touching his fingers. I realized his fingers were quite hot.

Looking closer at Christopher's face, including the redness and his hoarse voice, it was clear he had a fever.

I felt guilty for not noticing his condition when I called him at work. I was too rushed to pay attention to his hoarse voice.

Feeling responsible, I asked, "Christopher, are you sick?"

No wonder the workaholic Christopher didn't come to the office today.

I felt bad for not realizing it sooner.

"I think I have a fever. I've taken some medicine."

He probably wasn't lying about taking medicine, but it clearly wasn't working. 

"You're still burning up." For some reason, I felt a mix of concern and frustration, so I blurted out.

I even reached out to touch his forehead, which was really hot.

At that moment, I forgot I was supposed to keep my distance to avoid falling for him.

Christopher seemed to feel the coolness of my palm and instinctively leaned into it.