Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 42

"Don't swear casually in the future. If it really comes true, it won't be good for you." My head was fuzzy, and I couldn't control my words.

What I said was not what Lawrence expected or wanted. He showed a flash of impatience in his eyes but smiled and said, "I am sincere for you. God will be moved and might give us more good luck."

"Really? Then dare you swear again, if you deceive or hurt me again, you will have sores on your head and pus on your feet, and everything you have done will backfire on you."

I stared straight at him.

I could clearly feel that Lawrence was increasingly unable to maintain his emotions.

I tilted my head, my face slightly red, and my eyes seemed to be red too. It looked like if he didn't give me an answer, I would cry, "Are you afraid? Is it because your oath is a lie?"

Lawrence sighed lightly, looking somewhat hurt and tired, "Melinda, you don't trust me, do you? So you deliberately make me embarrassed?"

"If you don't dare, how is it my fault? You still miss that mistress, you never intended to repent!"

"Melinda, even if I swear now, if you don't believe me, it probably won't help. I can only say that time will prove my feelings for you." Lawrence looked at me with burning and determined eyes.

His gentle and affectionate eyes were the most enchanting, like a fox spirit.

But now I was sober and not deceived.

"Okay, then I'll watch your performance!" I replied sullenly.

I could clearly feel him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay! As for the company's matters, I will find a way myself. You shouldn't worry about it. You should rest more now. But let me say in advance, if I really go bankrupt, you have to support me!" He joked warmly.

I smiled, "Although I am willing to support you, I know, Lawrence, you have great ambitions. Naturally, I want to help you. I want to be your best wife."

Then I thought for a moment and continued, "How about this, I'll ask the financial manager if the renewal of the financial funds can be refunded."

"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Lawrence's eyes flashed with joy but he pretended to be difficult and worried, "If it's really not possible, don't trouble yourself. I can think of another way."

Although he said so, he couldn't hide his smile when he lowered his head.

I guessed he must be secretly pleased and proud, thinking that Melinda is a fool, blinded by love, and easily manipulated to take out the money with a few sweet words.

I sneered coldly in my heart but remained gentle on the surface, "I will try my best. I won't let you work so hard. You are my husband, if I don't care for you, who will? For you, I am willing."

When I said this, my head was a bit sluggish.

Lawrence expressed his gratitude emotionally, "Melinda, meeting you is the greatest blessing of my life. I will have good days with you, and you can only be mine."

But he didn't notice my abnormal expression at all.

He opened his arms to hug me, but I followed my heart and refused, "No!"

"Melinda, what's wrong? Are you disgusted with me?" Lawrence was stunned, looking at me deeply, "Melinda, I said you can only be mine, so don't interact with Christopher anymore, understand?"

Suddenly, there seemed to be a hint of hostility in his deep eyes.

I looked at him, my eyes blank, and I felt his head was shaking, making me uncomfortable and unable to think clearly.

Seeing that I didn't answer him, his face turned gloomy, and the gentleness faded, "Melinda, why don't you agree with me? Do you still miss Christopher? If you do this, I will be jealous. Promise me, you can only be mine, understand?"

He stared straight at me.

But I felt his face starting to double, one, two, three, overlapping like a flower.

Then "thud," my head hit the table, and I passed out.

Lawrence frowned, and in the last moment before I lost consciousness, I saw the coldness in his eyes. At that moment, he looked like a bloodthirsty wolf, and I was his prey, ready to be torn apart.

"Melinda, what's wrong?" He came closer, his voice seemed near and far.

Then his hand touched my forehead, it was cool and comfortable!

Then I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I saw the white sheets.

I was already lying in the hospital.

This time, unlike my last premature birth, which was rushed and dangerous, and I stayed in a regular ward because Missy was unwilling to spend money on me.

But looking at the environment, it was clearly a high-end ward with a private bathroom.

Probably, Lawrence thought I was willing to take out that money, so to show his kindness, he arranged it.

But soon, I realized I was wrong.

When I got up to go to the bathroom, I vaguely heard some sounds.

The sound made my face change, and I took out my phone, thinking about contacting someone, but I saw a message from my friend Paula not long ago.

"Melinda, I have arrived in Starlight City. I am eager to see you."

My eyes turned red with emotion and joy.

I quickly replied to Paula, sent the address, and specially reminded her to bring something.

Fortunately, Paula was not far from the hospital I was in, and she arrived in less than twenty minutes.

We exchanged a glance, didn't waste words, and communicated by typing on our phones to avoid alerting Lawrence.

I was on an IV drip, my fever had subsided, and I felt much better. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the energy to join Paula in quietly approaching the bathroom door.

"Lawrence, have you missed me these days?"

Through the door, a woman's voice spoke first, a voice I was too familiar with.

It was the voice of the mistress in the various videos of Lawrence's infidelity, Clara.

Then, Lawrence's voice, panting and filled with lust, replied, "Clara, I missed you so much. Not only did I miss you, but my cock missed you too. Feel it, it's hard and painful, all for you."

"Naughty, if you missed me, why didn't you come to me? Who knows if you've been making love with Melinda." Clara teased Lawrence shamelessly.

Lawrence cooperated, thrusting his hips, making passionate sounds.

"Stop, I can't take it anymore."

"You can't take it now? I don't believe it. You don't know how wild you are in bed. Keep it down, don't wake Melinda. Is it because Melinda is outside that you feel excited and wild?" Lawrence said hoarsely.

"For excitement, it's best to make love in your new house, on the bed you share with Melinda. You were so wild then!" Clara's filthy words disgustingly spilled out.

My face turned dark with anger.

Paula, with her fiery temper, rolled up her sleeves and kicked open the bathroom door.