Flash Marriage To The Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 32: Chapter 32
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"Alright, I'll head home. Please take good care of Scott," Regina cooed sweetly before leaving.
Under Hallie's first aid, Scott regained consciousness minutes later.
Hallie took the medication from the servant and helped Scott swallow it. Shortly after, his complexion visibly improved. However, the moment he set eyes on Nelson, his anger reignited.
"What are you standing there for? Get out!"
Scott scanned the room, snatched a fist-sized plastic ornament, and hurled it at Nelson's feet. The ornament clattered to the floor and skidded away.
Nelson stood motionless, expressionless. Wordlessly, he pulled out his phone and dialed the hospital.
An ambulance arrived promptly.
Before boarding, Scott turned to warn Nelson, "Listen carefully, I'll never approve of you being with that woman. If you dare pressure Hallie to move out or divorce, I'll disown you as my grandson. The Blair family won't recognize a bastard who fools around."
As the ambulance pulled away, Hallie turned to Nelson. "What now?"
He glanced at her indifferently. "What do you think? Take your luggage back to your room."
Hallie looked at the cartons she'd spent all night packing, a wave of helplessness washing over her.
After a hospital check-up confirmed Scott was stable, he returned home.
That night, a maid arrived at Nelson's villa, ostensibly to care for Hallie's daily needs. But both Nelson and Hallie knew she was a spy—Scott's way of monitoring their every move.
For the sake of Scott's health, Nelson couldn't openly force Hallie to leave.
That evening after dinner, under the maid's watchful eye, they wordlessly stepped into the same bedroom. Their eyes met across the threshold, yet neither broke the silence.
Hallie crossed her arms and leaned against the door, watching Nelson take two quilts from the cabinet and toss them onto the floor.
Just the sight made her body ache in memory.
The floor was paved with hard tiles, identical to those in the Blair's old house, high-quality yet unforgiving.
Hallie knew from experience: sleeping on the floor every night was beyond most people's endurance.
Nelson caught the flicker of discomfort between her brows. His thin lips parted languidly as he said, "I'll sleep on the floor."
Hallie looked at him, surprise flickering in her eyes.
She hadn't expected Nelson to show sudden kindness.
Nelson's deep eyes stayed calm as he added, "Don't read into it. You'll sleep on the floor tomorrow night. We'll take turns."
'That makes sense,' she thought.
Hallie settled into the bed with ease.
After another day spent at home, it was time to return to work.
As Hallie climbed into a taxi, a news alert popped up on her phone. She glanced at it casually, then froze, her expression turning grave.
"At 1:30 AM today, a 6.8-magnitude earthquake struck Berry Bay in Kerriston, killing over 1,000 people and injuring more than 2,000..."
When she arrived at the hospital, several buses were already parked out front. The chief physicians of various departments were gathering doctors and nurses from each department to form a medical support team.
Hallie ran to Raymond, who was calling the roll. She said, "Raymond, can you take me with you?"
Raymond hesitated before replying, "Hallie, my advice for you is to stay at the hospital. The disaster area needs medical staff, but so does our center.
"Moreover, the application period for this year's exchange program is approaching. You're the top candidate at our center. Becoming a leading specialist who tackles complex cases could help just as many people as disaster relief work."
Hallie understood this logic, but Kerriston held special meaning for her.
"Raymond, I've been to Kerriston before. I know that area well. Letting me join as a guide would boost your efficiency."
After a moment's thought, Raymond relented. "Fine, but stay cautious. Earthquakes can trigger landslides and block roads. Promise me you'll prioritize safety."
"Understood," Hallie nodded.
That night at 10 PM, when Nelson returned to the villa, the servants had already prepared dinner.
He finished dinner quickly before going back to his bedroom. By the time he showered, it was 11 PM.
He thought, 'Hasn't she come back yet? Is she so averse to sleeping on the floor that she's avoiding home?'
Nelson glanced at the neatly folded quilt on the floor, its fabric silvered by moonlight. The only sound was the distant chirping of crickets.
He stood by the French windows, waiting for signs of movement below.
As patience waned, he finally climbed into bed, rolling over with a cold snort.
He thought, 'She's useless at practical matters, but fussy about comforts.'
The next morning, Nelson left for the office at 7:30 AM as usual.
By 9:30 PM, after wrapping up a shareholder meeting to finalize the second-half strategy, he returned home. Still, Hallie hadn't come home.
It made sense for her to stay out one night, but two consecutive nights were odd.
Nelson frowned at the servant setting the dinner and asked, "Where's Hallie? Why hasn't she returned? Are you only preparing for me alone?"
His magnetic voice dipped to a low growl, his eyes glinting with coldness. Standing at nearly 6 feet 3 inches, his presence was downright imposing.
The servant fidgeted nervously, replying with a terrified expression, "Well... I don't know. Mrs. Blair said she'd eat at the workplace since she worked late, so I didn't prepare her meal."
Nelson looked away, fishing out his phone. But a sudden realization struck—he didn't have Hallie's number.
His brows furrowed deeper, his appetite vanishing entirely. He rose from the dining table without a single bite.
He entered Hallie's room, hoping to find some contact info about Hallie.
But Hallie didn't have many belongings. Apart from some clothes, toiletries, and a doll-shaped pillow, there were only books—all on medicine. The majority were medical texts, each filled with notes. Her handwriting was neat and elegant, the annotations incredibly detailed.
He had watched her pack boxes, expecting numerous personal items, but they were mostly books. The scarcity of personal belongings revealed she had never intended to stay long.
Nelson returned to his room, lying awake all night.
Under Hallie's first aid, Scott regained consciousness minutes later.
Hallie took the medication from the servant and helped Scott swallow it. Shortly after, his complexion visibly improved. However, the moment he set eyes on Nelson, his anger reignited.
"What are you standing there for? Get out!"
Scott scanned the room, snatched a fist-sized plastic ornament, and hurled it at Nelson's feet. The ornament clattered to the floor and skidded away.
Nelson stood motionless, expressionless. Wordlessly, he pulled out his phone and dialed the hospital.
An ambulance arrived promptly.
Before boarding, Scott turned to warn Nelson, "Listen carefully, I'll never approve of you being with that woman. If you dare pressure Hallie to move out or divorce, I'll disown you as my grandson. The Blair family won't recognize a bastard who fools around."
As the ambulance pulled away, Hallie turned to Nelson. "What now?"
He glanced at her indifferently. "What do you think? Take your luggage back to your room."
Hallie looked at the cartons she'd spent all night packing, a wave of helplessness washing over her.
After a hospital check-up confirmed Scott was stable, he returned home.
That night, a maid arrived at Nelson's villa, ostensibly to care for Hallie's daily needs. But both Nelson and Hallie knew she was a spy—Scott's way of monitoring their every move.
For the sake of Scott's health, Nelson couldn't openly force Hallie to leave.
That evening after dinner, under the maid's watchful eye, they wordlessly stepped into the same bedroom. Their eyes met across the threshold, yet neither broke the silence.
Hallie crossed her arms and leaned against the door, watching Nelson take two quilts from the cabinet and toss them onto the floor.
Just the sight made her body ache in memory.
The floor was paved with hard tiles, identical to those in the Blair's old house, high-quality yet unforgiving.
Hallie knew from experience: sleeping on the floor every night was beyond most people's endurance.
Nelson caught the flicker of discomfort between her brows. His thin lips parted languidly as he said, "I'll sleep on the floor."
Hallie looked at him, surprise flickering in her eyes.
She hadn't expected Nelson to show sudden kindness.
Nelson's deep eyes stayed calm as he added, "Don't read into it. You'll sleep on the floor tomorrow night. We'll take turns."
'That makes sense,' she thought.
Hallie settled into the bed with ease.
After another day spent at home, it was time to return to work.
As Hallie climbed into a taxi, a news alert popped up on her phone. She glanced at it casually, then froze, her expression turning grave.
"At 1:30 AM today, a 6.8-magnitude earthquake struck Berry Bay in Kerriston, killing over 1,000 people and injuring more than 2,000..."
When she arrived at the hospital, several buses were already parked out front. The chief physicians of various departments were gathering doctors and nurses from each department to form a medical support team.
Hallie ran to Raymond, who was calling the roll. She said, "Raymond, can you take me with you?"
Raymond hesitated before replying, "Hallie, my advice for you is to stay at the hospital. The disaster area needs medical staff, but so does our center.
"Moreover, the application period for this year's exchange program is approaching. You're the top candidate at our center. Becoming a leading specialist who tackles complex cases could help just as many people as disaster relief work."
Hallie understood this logic, but Kerriston held special meaning for her.
"Raymond, I've been to Kerriston before. I know that area well. Letting me join as a guide would boost your efficiency."
After a moment's thought, Raymond relented. "Fine, but stay cautious. Earthquakes can trigger landslides and block roads. Promise me you'll prioritize safety."
"Understood," Hallie nodded.
That night at 10 PM, when Nelson returned to the villa, the servants had already prepared dinner.
He finished dinner quickly before going back to his bedroom. By the time he showered, it was 11 PM.
He thought, 'Hasn't she come back yet? Is she so averse to sleeping on the floor that she's avoiding home?'
Nelson glanced at the neatly folded quilt on the floor, its fabric silvered by moonlight. The only sound was the distant chirping of crickets.
He stood by the French windows, waiting for signs of movement below.
As patience waned, he finally climbed into bed, rolling over with a cold snort.
He thought, 'She's useless at practical matters, but fussy about comforts.'
The next morning, Nelson left for the office at 7:30 AM as usual.
By 9:30 PM, after wrapping up a shareholder meeting to finalize the second-half strategy, he returned home. Still, Hallie hadn't come home.
It made sense for her to stay out one night, but two consecutive nights were odd.
Nelson frowned at the servant setting the dinner and asked, "Where's Hallie? Why hasn't she returned? Are you only preparing for me alone?"
His magnetic voice dipped to a low growl, his eyes glinting with coldness. Standing at nearly 6 feet 3 inches, his presence was downright imposing.
The servant fidgeted nervously, replying with a terrified expression, "Well... I don't know. Mrs. Blair said she'd eat at the workplace since she worked late, so I didn't prepare her meal."
Nelson looked away, fishing out his phone. But a sudden realization struck—he didn't have Hallie's number.
His brows furrowed deeper, his appetite vanishing entirely. He rose from the dining table without a single bite.
He entered Hallie's room, hoping to find some contact info about Hallie.
But Hallie didn't have many belongings. Apart from some clothes, toiletries, and a doll-shaped pillow, there were only books—all on medicine. The majority were medical texts, each filled with notes. Her handwriting was neat and elegant, the annotations incredibly detailed.
He had watched her pack boxes, expecting numerous personal items, but they were mostly books. The scarcity of personal belongings revealed she had never intended to stay long.
Nelson returned to his room, lying awake all night.
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