Half an hour ago, Selene Wilson received these photos and videos.
There were ones of Chloe Simpson and Alexander Johnson entangled intimately at Ansun Hospital, and others showing the two of them entering and leaving an apartnt together.
The last photo was just from tonight—Chloe had returned to the apartnt first, followed by Alexander at 8 p.m.
And now, it’s 8:30 p.m.
To be honest, with Selene Wilson’s temperant, if it were any other ti, she would’ve already stord into the apartnt and delivered Alexander a slap to settle things.
But this ti, the person involved was Alexander Johnson, the Young Master Johnson.
Thinking of the words of her grandfather and father, she continuously reminded herself to endure patiently.
Otherwise, everything she wanted would slip through her fingers.
As for Alexander, since he already had Chloe Simpson, this made her next moves all the easier.
This evening’s phone call was made intentionally; she didn’t have a stomach ache at all.
She had to stay focused on the bigger picture, but any discomfort within her heart still had to find its release.
And so, Selene Wilson waited by the floor-to-ceiling window for Alexander Johnson to arrive.
At 9:10 p.m., Alexander reached Selene Wilson’s residence.
It was a large flat Selene had bought herself; she’d always stayed there whenever she returned ho.
This ti, even though she returned with mbers of the Wilson Family, she still chose to live here. She cherished her freedom, disliked being monitored, and preferred to control her own affairs.
Here, she could do whatever she wanted.
Even if she didn’t sleep for an entire night or wandered around the space stark naked, no one would dare utter a word of criticism.
Naturally, Selene already knew Alexander might co by tonight, so she was dressed neatly, standing by the window and waiting.
Hearing Alexander’s knock on the door, Selene turned around and walked to open it.
"Alexander, you’re here."
As soon as she opened the door, she clutched her stomach with one hand.
If she was going to fake a stomachache, she had to commit to the performance.
"Hmm, what’s wrong? Did sothing you ate disagree with you, or did you catch a cold? Do you want to take you to the hospital?"
Alexander naturally played the part of the deeply concerned fiancé-to-be.
"No need, Alexander. It’s just mild discomfort, nothing serious enough to require a hospital visit. I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of you, and I wanted you to co and keep company."
Selene shook her head, grasped Alexander’s hand, and led him inside.
"..."
Alexander instinctively furrowed his brow, glancing toward the bedroom.
He thought Selene might be pulling him toward the bedroom, or that the stomachache was just a pretext for her wanting him to stay and take things further tonight.
But Selene didn’t do that. Instead, she led Alexander to the sofa.
"Alexander, can you stay and keep company tonight?"
She guided Alexander to sit on the sofa, then curled up and lay on his lap.
"Alright."
Alexander paused briefly before nodding.
And so, Selene Wilson spent the entire night sleeping comfortably on the sofa, lying on Alexander’s legs, while Alexander sat there all night.
The night passed; Selene was well-rested.
Alexander, however, endured the whole night, his legs nearly numb and stiff.
"Alexander, did... did I sleep like this the entire night? I’m really sorry! Your legs must’ve gone numb, right? Did you really sit here the whole ti? How could you not wake up?"
The next morning, as soon as Selene woke up, her face was filled with apologetic concern, though inwardly she felt quite satisfied.
Regardless of whether she liked Alexander or intended to marry him, he was her fiancé-to-be now. Seeing him tangled up with another woman was, naturally, intolerable.
Even if she didn’t have feelings for Alexander, didn’t want to be with him, or had never planned on a marriage alliance, she wouldn’t stand for him being enshed with Chloe Simpson at this mont.
Unless, of course, he refused their engagent.
Besides, she wouldn’t mind seeing Chloe Simpson cause a scene—preferably one big enough to draw everyone’s attention.
"It’s fine. As long as you rested well, that’s all that matters."
Alexander’s legs were indeed numb, but he still spoke softly and gently.
"Hmm, I’m well-rested, and my stomach doesn’t feel as bad anymore. Thank you, Alexander. By the way, you need to head to work, right? Let quickly have soone bring breakfast so you can eat and leave on ti."
Selene nodded, hurriedly urging Alexander to leave, as if she didn’t want him to stay a minute longer.
"No need; I’ve already asked my assistant to take care of it. When he arrives, leave yours here, and I’ll eat mine on the way."
Alexander wasn’t clueless. Despite Selene’s attempts to conceal, he had already noticed sothing.
After speaking, he sent Jack Woods a ssage requesting him to bring two sets of stomach-friendly breakfast.
Selene continued to mutter so self-reproachful remarks about sleeping for so long and delaying Alexander’s work schedule.
Alexander responded perfunctorily, then took the breakfast and left with Jack Woods.
Once he exited Selene’s complex and got into the car, Alexander instructed Jack, "Jack, investigate Selene Wilson. Her preferences, her social circle, her personality—don’t miss any details."
"Yes, Eldest Young Master."
Jack was montarily stunned but nodded, starting the car and speeding away.
Not far off, Mark stood by the entrance of Selene’s complex, watching Alexander’s car speed away. He then called Gabriella Dyer.
"Madam, all the photos and videos were sent to Selene Wilson last night. The Young Master did indeed rush to her residence last night, but it seems nothing happened. He stayed there all night and just left now."
"What? Are you certain nothing happened?"
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