CHAPTER 167: CHAPTER 167: HOLD ME, PLEASE?

She slowly stood up with the help of his hand, then suddenly threw herself into his arms, "Hug me, will you?"

Lewis didn’t know where to put his hands, and in the end, he supported her shoulders and had her sit down again, "I’ll get you some tea."

She stood up again, "I’m going to take a shower."

She staggered to the bathroom.

After pouring the tea, Lewis placed it on the bedside table and went out, waiting by the door.

Soon after, he heard a scream from inside.

Lewis rushed in and stopped at the bathroom door, "Miss, are you alright?"

Inside, there was no sound at all.

"Miss?"

Fearing something had happened, he hesitated no longer and went in, only to see a scene that made his face turn red to the ears.

Flora Palmer was lying on the floor, wearing nothing, unconscious.

It was obvious she had slipped and passed out.

It wouldn’t be a good idea to go out and call a maid now; it would show he’d seen everything.

He gritted his teeth and strode forward, picked Flora up from the floor, laid her on the bed, quickly dressed her in a set of pajamas, and covered her with a light blanket.

He wrapped her wet hair with a bath towel and hurriedly went out.

Standing at the door, he felt overwhelmed with nervousness just moments ago, barely able to breathe, looking down at his hands, he could still feel the lingering softness, his heart skipped a beat, he couldn’t quite articulate the feeling he had inside.

——

"Hello, dear viewers, this is the morning news on the Social and Legal Channel. Yesterday, the Ningham Court sentenced two repeat drug traffickers to four years and three months in their first trial. This is not their first time being sentenced..."

The two drug traffickers mentioned in the news were none other than the parents of Grace Hughes.

Lucy Eaton had every reason to believe that if Grace Hughes sought Stellan Quinn’s help, and if Stellan asked Arthur Bennett, Grace’s parents might receive a lighter sentence or even be acquitted. But Grace didn’t do that; she thought her parents were a burden, and it was better for them to stay quietly in prison.

"Sentenced to more than four years, it’s really letting them off easy." Lucy Eaton said, staring at the TV screen, "Every year, so many anti-drug police officers die, and so many families are ruined by drugs."

"I bet Grace wishes more than you that the court had given her parents a heavier sentence. Come and eat, I have something to tell you."

Lucy Eaton picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

"What is it?"

"This morning, Ah Feng reported to me that Flora Palmer had her bodyguard pass a note to our people, um... Stellan Quinn is one month pregnant."

"That efficiency is quite remarkable, and then what?"

Jacob Green’s eyes, clear and bright, showed a hint of amusement, "How did you know I hadn’t finished my sentence?"

"Don’t I know you?"

"Indeed, just yesterday, Stellan told Flora she’s a month pregnant, and last night Arthur Bennett had someone force her to have an abortion."

Lucy Eaton almost spat out the juice she had just drunk. After swallowing, she said, "I really didn’t expect Arthur Bennett to handle this so quickly. However, I’m quite pleased; it means Stellan has a long way to go if she wants to rise in position."

"He knows his position well, and he understands what the consequences would be if a mistress’s pregnancy were exposed. Someone who does big things naturally knows how to weigh the pros and cons," Jacob said as he ate, "Moreover, Flora even conveyed that Arthur seems to believe she’s entangled with Mason Baker. To clear this up, Flora exposed Stellan’s true nature, but it didn’t change Arthur’s view of Stellan."

"Of course, just as she can tell Arthur the truth, so can Stellan. Arthur and my father don’t get along but have common interests. In this regard, Stellan’s true nature doesn’t amount to much," Lucy Eaton thought, "Flora’s situation in the Presidential Mansion is likely getting worse. Even if Arthur knows about other women, in his eyes, it doesn’t matter much, considering the Palmer Family is a mess."

Jacob Green smirked, "Isn’t she your person now? How do you plan to get her out of the Presidential Mansion?"

"I have my ways," Lucy Eaton called Ah Feng over, instructing, "Send a message back to Flora, telling her to be patient and not to worry."

"Right."

When Flora Palmer saw the words "Be patient and don’t worry" on the note, she felt a weight lift off her heart.

As for what happened last night, how she ended up wearing pajamas in bed after slipping naked in the bathroom, Flora didn’t ask Lewis anything because she knew Arthur Bennett didn’t stay over last night and she knew well enough who had carried her to bed.

There was no need to ask, nor was there a point.

Because of last night’s fall, she got a bump on her head, but it was covered by her hair and wasn’t noticeable.

After breakfast, she dabbed some medicine on it with a cotton swab in front of the mirror.

Just as she finished screwing the cap back on the bottle, Arthur Bennett walked in.

He was dressed formally, with striking features, wasting a handsome appearance.

Initially, she truly intended to spend a good life with him.

Flora Palmer smiled gently, "Good morning."

Seeing the smile on her face, Arthur Bennett frowned, "You can still smile?"

"Why shouldn’t I smile?" Flora feigned innocence.

"Why aren’t you angry or upset?"

Flora stood up and looked at him directly, "When I found out you were fooling around with other women shortly after we got married, the image of a husband I had shattered completely. While I’m your wife, I can’t control you, but I can control myself, can’t I? The only consolation I have is that we didn’t marry for love."

Arthur Bennett understood from her words that no matter how unfaithful he was, she didn’t love him, so she didn’t care.

"Very well," he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, "Since everything’s been laid out, just continue being the Great Princess Consort and play your role well. You know very well whose territory Country Y will be in the future, so don’t do anything to provoke me, or else you’ll face the consequences."

Flora Palmer smiled slightly, "I’ll certainly do that. So from now on, just maintain the appearance of marital affection. As for any actual marital relations, let’s call it quits. I fear catching a disease. Thank you for your cooperation."

Arthur Bennett’s pupils contracted, "I won’t cooperate with that. Don’t forget you’re my wife, it’s your duty to fulfill marital obligations until you’re pregnant with my child."

"I thought you really liked Stellan Quinn, after all, without knowing her true nature, you stayed over at hers frequently. Now it seems you were just playing with her; whether it’s me or her, you have no heart."

"Think what you will."

He gave her a quick glance before leaving.