A Crazy One-night Stand

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening after they finished their dinner at the restaurant.

Wilson held Alina's hand tightly as they walked back to the apartment.

After returning to the apartment, Alina said that she was a little tired and needed to rest. Wilson immediately brought her to the door of her bedroom. "Lie down for a while. A doctor will come over later to tend to your wounds."

Alina immediately refused. "No, there's no need."

She was still feeling apprehensive. On the other hand, she didn't want to expose the wounds on her body. She was kicked on the chest, waist and thigh. Alina felt vulnerable to expose those areas to an unfamiliar person.

She was slapped several times in the face. Although her cheek was swollen, it was the least serious injury. She would compress the swelling with a hot towel later. After a night's rest, she would feel much better.

Wilson frowned and said in an uncompromising tone, "No, you should let the doctor take a look. Don't worry, it's a female doctor!"

Alina bit her lower lip and finally nodded.

Wilson was satisfied. He reached out and caressed Alina's hair. "Go and rest for a while."

Then, he watched Alina enter the bedroom.

Alina took a shower and laid back on the bed. She stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, her eyes wide open.

She tried to close her eyes, but as soon as she closed them, York's crazed eyes would appear in her mind's eye. She was so frightened that goosebumps appeared on her arms and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

After Wilson returned to his room, he went to the study and made a phone call by the window.

First, he called Simon. "Simon, pick two bodyguards with good skills and protect Alina secretly."

When Simon agreed, he reminded him again, "You must ensure Alina's safety and prevent any incidents that may endanger her from happening."

Simon was surprised by his boss's attitude. Had Wilson fallen in love with this woman in less than a month? Didn't he marry her and announce the wedding news in such haste to obtain the shares of Scott Group? Wasn't it because he wanted to go up against Lucas and Colton? Wasn't that the reason why he married her?

However, Simon did not ask anything.

After hanging up the call to Simon, Wilson called Jayden. "Mr. Jayden, starting tomorrow night, Alina will be learning self-defence from eight o'clock to ten o'clock every night. Free up that period of time for her. You can do whatever you want after that."

Jayden yelled on the phone, "D*mn it, shouldn't we settle the payment first? Eight to ten o'clock in the evening is my precious personal time!"

"You decide! How much do you want?" Wilson was nonchalant. He knew that Jayden would ask for an exorbitant fee.

As expected, Jayden didn't hold back. "50 million! I want 50 million dollars!"

"I'll get Simon to transfer the money to your account tomorrow!" Wilson hung up the phone with a smile.

He knew that Jayden was recently a little short on money. Jayden had employed more capable people to work for him, including Susie Morris, who was an intelligence agent working in Metro.

Jayden yelled at his phone again, "Wilson, you a*shole, you forgot about bros over hoes? I'm your best friend, aren't I? How could you treat me like I'm someone disposable? You even agreed to pay me 50 million for this, how generous you are! F*ck, if I had known that you value your wife so highly, I would have licked her boots!"

For the third call, Wilson contacted Mr. Bennett. "Mr. Bennett, please clear your schedule for me. Five days later, I would need your help to sort out the distribution of Scott Group's shares."

After calling three people, Wilson returned to the table and leaned back in his chair. He massaged his aching forehead. It would be Grandfather's birthday in a few days. This would be a good opportunity to let Lucas and Colton in on the news.

After everything was planned, the doorbell rang.

In the monitor, a female doctor was waiting at the entrance of the apartment with a medical bag.

He reached for the remote control and unlocked the entrance for the doctor. After that, he strode out of the room and went downstairs.

When the doctor stepped out of the elevator and entered the living room, Wilson told her, "If she is seriously injured, don't let her know about it. Reassure her, be gentle and use the best medicine available. Let me know where are her injuries and how severe they are. She's in the fourth room on the second floor."

The doctor agreed and went upstairs with her medical bag. Half an hour later, she came down and reported the situation. "There are more than a dozen bruises on her body. I have applied some medication bu it will hurt for a while."

"Okay," Wilson replied, indicating that he understood.

After the doctor left, he slowly went upstairs.

It was late at night.

Alina finally became tired of staring at the chandelier. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, Wilson washed up early and went downstairs as usual.

He glanced at the empty dining table and remembered that Linda had been fired. There was no breakfast prepared for them.

He couldn't help but look up to the second floor. Wasn't Alina up at this time? Didn't she get up very early yesterday?

As Wilson thought of this, he stood up and was about to go upstairs to have a look. Then he remembered that she had such a fright yesterday. She probably fell asleep late last night, so he decided to let her sleep for a little longer. Wilson sat down again.

Time trickled by.

It was already eight o'clock, but Alina didn't come downstairs.

Wilson frowned. At this time, he was already busy working at the company. Today, he took leave because he was worried about Alina.

He sat down and flipped through the financial magazine in his hand.

Another half an hour passed, but Alina still did not appear. Wilson furrowed his brows and put down the magazine in his hand. He stood up and went to the second floor.

Walking to the door of Alina's bedroom, he raised his hand to knock on the door. However, at the last second, he stopped himself. He couldn't bear to wake her up.

He simply walked back to his study and called Simon, "Simon, send my documents to the apartment."

After hearing Simon's reply, he added, "Prepare breakfast for two!"

He remembered seeing Alina eating porridge and bread rolls for breakfast yesterday morning. She seemed to like them very much. Wilson continued, "Bring me porridge and bread rolls for breakfast." Ten minutes later.

Simon brought Wilson's documents and breakfast to the apartment building.

Hearing the doorbell, Wilson walked into the bedroom from the study. On the wall of the bedroom, there was another monitor showing the image of Simon standing at the entrance of the apartment. Wilson took the remote control on the bedside table and unlocked the door for Simon.

Simon dropped off their breakfast and the documents before leaving.

Wilson stared at the breakfast on the table and waited for another 20 minutes.

At nine o'clock, there was still no movement or sound from Alina's room. He felt a bit restless. He got up and walked towards Alina's bedroom. He reached out and knocked on the door. "Alina, are you awake?" There was no reply.

He frowned and raised his voice. "Alina, are you awake?"

There was still no response from inside the room.

His heart beat faster and he finally shouted at the top of his lungs, "Alina, say something!"

Everything was silent. There was no movement inside the room.

Wilson furrowed his brows and his heart was pounding wildly. Gritting his teeth, he took a few steps back and kicked the door.

The door was made of solid wood and didn't give way.

Curses rolled off his tongue. Wilson's foot hurt like hell as he was wearing a pair of slippers. He thought for a moment and rushed to his room quickly. He picked up a chair and smashed it on Alina's door.

He smashed the chair three times in a row. The back of the wooden chair was already broken. The door was still holding firm, however, there were signs of the lock getting damaged.

He tried hitting the chair against the door three more times.

The door was still locked.

Wilson became desperate. He summoned all his strength and swung the chair towards the wooden door.

The door was swung open, and he rushed straight into the room.

When he saw Alina lying motionless on the bed, he felt as if he was suffocated. Pressure tightened around his chest. He threw the broken chair in his hand away, rushed to Alina's bedside, and removed the blanket. His voice was full of worry. "Alina, are you okey? Don't scare me!"

He quickly scanned the bedside table to see if there were any medicine bottles which may indicate that Alina had overdosed on medication.

After checking that there were no medicine bottles on the table, he examined Alina's wrists to see if she had rashly tried to take her own life by cutting her wrists. Then, he quickly swept his eyes over the bed to check if there was any blood.

He blamed himself for what happened to Alina. He should have been more concerned about her. Yesterday, he clearly knew that she had suffered a great shock. Whenever she met someone unfamiliar, her body would tremble uncontrollably. How could he let her sleep alone in her bedroom? D*mn it!

After making sure that Alina didn't take any medicine or cut her wrists, he heaved a long sigh of relief. Wilson sat down on the ground at the edge of the bed.

After panting heavily, he leaned against the bed and prepared to get up. His hand accidentally brushed against Alina's elbow. When he felt the burning temperature on his skin, he stood up suddenly and peered nervously at Alina's face.

Her cheeks so red, did she have a fever?

He immediately reached out his hand towards Alina's forehead. He could feel the scorching heat from her skin. His palm shrinked back reflexively.

"Alina, wake up!" He grabbed Alina's shoulders with both hands and shook her.

Alina didn't move at all. He noticed that her lips were chapped and covered with blisters.

He quickly took out his phone and called Bill. "Bill, quick, come to my apartment. Lina seems to have a high fever." To others, he usually addressed Alina as Lina to show their intimacy.

After putting down the phone, he quickly took a towel and some cold water. He placed the wet towel on Alina's forehead to cool her down.

Each time he replaced the towel, he tried to wake Alina up by calling her name. He kept looking at the time, thinking why was Bill so slow. At the same time, Wilson was also beating himself up for his inattentiveness to Alina.

By the time Bill arrived, it was already half past nine. To be fair, he had already rushed to Wilson's apartment as fast as he could.

Wilson was extremely annoyed with Bill's tardiness. He said with a dark expression, "Take a look at her quickly."

Bill blinked his almond-shaped eyes. He slowly put his medical bag on the bedside table and drawled, "Come on, Mr. Wilson. Relax, it's just a fever. Mr. Jayden said that you are a slave to your wife and that you forgot about our friendship after you got married. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems like what he said was right."

As he spoke, he took out his infrared thermometer, pointed it at Alina's forehead, and took her temperature.

Beep, beep...

Bill was shocked when he saw Alina's temperature displayed on the thermometer. "Oh my god, her temperature is 41.3 degrees centigrade. How long has she been burning up?"

Seeing Bill's serious face, Wilson's heart tightened anxiously. He replied quickly, "I don't know how long she had been having a fever. I just found out. How is she? Is her condition very serious?"

He couldn't tell Bill that he and Alina were just husband and wife on the surface. They weren't in a relationship so they were sleeping in separate rooms, that's why he didn't know when the fever started. If he told them about this, Bill and Jayden would laugh their heads off at him. As president, he couldn't afford to lose face.

Bill nodded. "Yes, it's quite serious." He was already busy searching through his medical bag and took out a first-aid kit. Fortunately, he was well prepared. He had brought an IV line and medication that could quickly relieve her fever.

As he moved a cloak hanger from the corner of the room to Alina's bedside, Bill asked Wilson, "How did she get a fever?"