Savage Love On His Wheelchair

"Rosemary, should we call the police and get the law against her?" Tina said angrily.

"Do we have any proof that she kidnapped me? Besides, even if we had proof, the worst thing for her is being arrested now. They'll bail her out in a while." There was helpless in Rosemary's eyes. Tina was anxious. "Are we just going to call it a day?"

"Forget it, let's leave it at that! I'm hungry. May I eat first?" Rosemary winked at her.

Tina still didn't understand why things between the big families were so complicated. Rosemary was The Young Mrs. Grant anyway. How could they spare these people after she was kidnapped?

Rosemary remembered the moment she was about to pass out in that broken house when she saw a man in a mask saved her life. The man in the mask seemed to be the same person who rescued her when she was molested before she was married, but who was he?

She felt weird about everything that had happened recently, including the sex dream she had at night, and she felt like someone was staring at her.

Nathaniel came into the room after he had cleaned up and saw Rosemary sitting there in a daze, motionless as a wooden sculpture.

"Hi!" Nathaniel frowned and said, "Rosemary, what are you thinking? You were so absorbed that you didn't even notice that I had come in."

"No, nothing. I'm just trying to figure out what I'm going to tell my parents when I get home about what happened these two days."

Nathaniel walked over to the bed and looked at her, "I don't think you should tell them about it. After all, you are safe and sound right now, aren't you?" "Well, you're right! So they wouldn't worry." Rosemary agreed.

After eating, Rosemary checked herself out at Nathaniel Meyer's insistence, then she checked out and went home.

The night scenery was always colorful. It always brought a little peace to those who had had a busy day. And the busy bar was just getting started its day.

In a bar.

Deafening music blared merrily to the beat. The lights on the dance floor gave off a riot of colors, making people intoxicated.

In the VIP presidential suite at the top of the bar, a man who bore a striking resemblance to Nathaniel was sitting in front of him, a glass of brandy in his hand, a half-smile on his face.

Nathaniel sat across from him, looking restlessly at the man sitting across from him. If he hadn't promised him, he wouldn't be sitting here suffering.

"And you can't take it anymore?" Said Vincent Meyer coldly.

Nathaniel curled his lips. "Why don't you just say what you want, brother, and not make things so tense?"

Nathaniel, who had been the pet of the family since he was a child, was only five years younger than Vincent Meyer. Every time Nathaniel messed up out there, Vincent picked up the pieces. So he took it for granted over time.

Nathaniel grew up with a brilliant mind for business, but he didn't like the rat race of business, so he chose acting. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, he had become a well-known superstar.

"Nathaniel, I am here on behalf of our parents. I just want to ask you what is the relationship between the girl you saved last time and you?" Asked Vincent Meyer, concerned.

"Vincent, do you and mom and dad really want me to get married?" Nathaniel asked mysteriously.

Vincent Meyer looked at his oddly behaved brother and nodded, afraid to fall into his trap.

"Vincent, go back and tell our parents that I will bring them a daughter-in-law as soon as possible, but only if you get married first." Nathaniel said with a look of resignation. "You naughty boy, what has your marriage got to do with mine? Why does it always have to be about me? Now mom and dad are pushing you, not me." Fumed Vincent Meyer.

Every time the family wanted him to get a girlfriend, he would use him as a shield. It was hateful that he was dragging him into it now.

Nathaniel knew his brother didn't want to get married, so he had a plan in place long before.

"Vincent, I know you don't want to get married yet. So you're gonna help me make it work for mom and Dad, so we can both live normal lives." Nathaniel looked like he was thinking of his big brother. "Why don't you tell me what you got to do with that girl you saved last time? If you don't, I'll look into it myself." Vincent Meyer said threateningly. Nathaniel took a sip of wine from the table and said, sweetly, "She's just a friend, nothing more."

"Really? If you were just friends, would you be so anxious to use people of our Meyer Family?" Vincent Meyer didn't believe him.

Nathaniel didn't know how to tell his big brother how he felt about Rosemary. After all, she was a married woman. He wondered if his parents would be angry if they found out.

He took the wine from the table and drank it as if he were trying to eat it all.

"I had the woman's background checked before I came," said Vincent Meyer, looking at his younger brother. "She's married, but she's no different than a widow. Our family doesn't have as many rules as other families, but you don't want to go like a moth to a flame."

"Mom, Dad and I still have the same opinions as before. As long as you are happy, we are happy, nothing else matters." Vincent Meyer stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, I just came here to see what you're thinking. And now I know it. I should probably get back to our parents."

Nathaniel was smoking a cigarette on the couch in the private room. His mind was in a whirl.

Rosemary was tired when she came home from the hospital. She had just gotten out of the shower when Owen said Darren Grant was looking for her. So she put on a casual dress and went to the study.

Knock...

"Come in!" Came Darren's steady voice.

Rosemary opened the door and saw Darren reading. She said gently, "You wanted to see me?"

"Yeah, you sit down. I'll be ready in a minute."

Rosemary turned and went to sit on the couch next to her. It was the first time she had been in the study. The whole study was well arranged, and on the other side there was a large bookshelf filled with all kinds of books.

Darren Grant had finished his work. He sat down on the couch opposite Rosemary and said lightly, "Rosemary, you didn't come home these two days. Is there something happening out there?" Rosemary didn't expect Darren to come to the point. Since he had called her to the study, it proved that he must have heard something.