Without saying anything, Wesley took a cigarette from the pack and a lighter from his pocket. He was going to have a smoke after he led Ga to the ground floor.
"She has cancer! Her parents passed away a long time ago. And now you make her feel like dog-doo. What if shemits suicide? What then?" Ga continued to confront Wesley since he stayed silent. Strangely enough, she never expected herself to be a good girl. Why should she be on ir''s side? She loved Wesley, but she was now persuading him to care about ir.
"She doesn''t have cancer," Wesley said simply and walked into the elevator first.
Ga was stunned by his words. Quickly following him into the elevator, she asked, "Okay, I''m confused. If she doesn''t have cancer, does she know? And if she does, why lie about something like that?"
"That''s my point. I''m teaching her a lesson. She''s still recovering, but decided to y the pity card. I''m not falling for it." He talked to the nurse who told ir she had cancer, and Zaria, the doctor. It was then that he found out Zaria was actually a friend of his mom''s.
ir had gone too far this time. He had to teach her a lesson. Did she know how worried he was? She probably raised his blood pressure a few points.
Ga sighed helplessly. "You both deserve each other. Did you see how angry she was? You''ll have a hard time with her."
"Not really," he announced with determination. He had almost lost it when he was told about ir''s cancer. She''d never know what a monumental effort it was to act as normal as possible. He was close to the edge, and only through his willpower was he able to keep it together.
''Not really?'' Ga wondered in disbelief. She threw a nce at the expressionless man. That man was impossible. She knew he liked ir, so what had he nned? He wouldn''t go too far, would he? It would probably break his heart to see ir sad. Even Ga herself felt her heart ache for ir. If it were bad for Ga, it had to be far worse for Wesley.
In the following two days, ir hadn''t seen Wesley even once. Adalson and Natalia came to pick her up the day when she was discharged.
Before she left the hospital, Cecelia called her. "ir, how''s everything between you and Wesley? Did our n work?" the mother asked excitedly on the other end.
ir paused for a moment. She didn''t want to worry her, so she lied, "Yeah. It''s working."
Cecelia glowed with joy as she heard the good news. "I knew it! I''m a ge
led and teased, "ir, just keep that in mind. I can''t leave you, and mypany needs you. So, don''t go epting any strange offers, okay?"
ir took in his meaning. After a pause, she assured him, "I don''t want to work at a bigpany like TS Group. You know that."
Orion heaved a sigh of relief. "Okay, I trust you. Take care. Call me if you need anything."
"Will do. Bye."
At the Orchid Private Club
Just as Wesley stepped into the club, a familiar woman standing in front of the elevator caught his attention. With the help of a waiter, she walked into the elevator with a well-dressed man.
The elevator stopped at the eighth floor. Wesley''s eyes darkened.
''Why is she here? And who''s that guy? Why is she with him?'' he wondered.
He entered the VIP elevator and pushed the button for the eighth floor as well. Just as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw the woman enter Room 822 with the stranger at the other end of the corridor.
Wesley stood rooted to the spot.
Last time when he knew she was at another hospital to get a second opinion, he sent a message to her, telling her that she didn''t have cancer. He had expected her to call and throw a tantrum, or evene straight to him to make a scene. But she didn''t. She didn''t even try and call or text.
That was not like her. What was going on? Unable to read her mind, Wesley had been very annoyed at this.
Gripped by anxiety, he turned to the waiter who had ridden the elevator with him, and said, "I want to know who booked Room 822. It''s a matter of national security." It was a lie, but it motivated the waiter to override any privacy concerns.
"Yes, Mr. Li!"