CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62 HOW IS IT? SUFFERING?

"Of course, Mrs. Johnson, don’t worry." Tyler Howard nodded respectfully.

For him, this little matter was easy.

In the ward, Chloe Simpson looked at the closed door, filled with anxiety, pacing back and forth.

Now, how was she supposed to explain this to Lucas?

Before, it was just writing a proposal in the conference room with Alexander Johnson, and rumors spread.

Now, Mrs. Johnson had locked her and Alexander in a hospital room.

If they stayed together overnight, who knows what will be said by tomorrow morning?

Moreover, judging by Mrs. Johnson’s intent, it seems she plans to keep them locked in.

If it’s a hundred percent confirmed that Alexander’s result is AIDS.

Does that mean she needs to take care of him as long as he’s alive?

Yes, Alexander did contract HIV because he saved her.

She does have a responsibility to take care of him.

But over there, Lucas...

Chloe was anxiously watching Alexander, sometimes seeing Lucas’s face in her mind, sometimes his face.

Alexander, of course, noticed Chloe constantly looking at him.

But, compared to Chloe’s unease, he remained incredibly calm.

"Ha!"

He sneered, "Still saying you weren’t pretending before?"

"What?" Chloe was puzzled.

"You’ve been looking at me for so long, what are you thinking, Nurse Simpson?"

Alexander tugged at his tie, stood up, and walked over to her.

Especially with that "Nurse Simpson," his expression was quite playful.

"Alexander, I really don’t understand. Why can you still be so reckless at a time like this? You might have contracted AIDS!"

"Do you understand what AIDS means? Once you have it, it means you’re not far from death. Even a small cold could be fatal!"

"Or is it that you, the Young Master, have always been like this, considering playing with women life’s greatest pleasure, not at all like the rumors outside that you dislike women."

"In fact, you’re just a pervert who can’t live without women, can’t go a day without them! So you don’t even care about contracting AIDS!"

Chloe laughed. She really found this man baffling that even now, he was teasing her.

Perhaps too many things had happened recently, and once she started talking, she couldn’t stop.

She almost poured out all her emotions.

Only after saying everything did Chloe realize she had insulted Alexander so much.

Thinking about everything he had done for her since coming to the hospital, she felt a little scared.

Would he become angry and lash out at her here in the hospital room...

Thinking of this, Chloe was filled with fear and subconsciously took a step back.

But even she didn’t realize.

At this moment, she wasn’t afraid that Alexander, contracting AIDS, would do something to her and infect her.

She feared she would end up in a frenzy like the honeymoon night on the cruise ship.

"Are you worried about me?"

Unexpectedly, Alexander wasn’t angry. He just leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at her calmly.

He didn’t take a step forward or make any inappropriate moves.

"I..." Chloe felt choked.

"And you say you don’t want to be with me?"

Alexander, with a smile, continued to stand there, scrutinizing her.

Clearly, his gaze held no superfluous emotion, just looking at her.

Yet Chloe felt like she was standing stripped bare before him.

This feeling of shame never ceased from the moment she became entangled with Alexander.

"You say I want to be with you? Fine, Alexander, why don’t you tell me why I would want to be with you? Don’t forget I’m a married woman, I’m already married."

"I am also a person of morals and principles. I don’t want to cheat in marriage, I don’t want any involvement with you. You might think that you’re rich and powerful, the Young Master of the Capital Circle’s richest family, that no woman wouldn’t want to be with you."

"But I don’t. I love my husband very much. We’ve been together for five years, and now we’ve finally married, achieved our happiness. I just want to be with him quietly and peacefully until we’re old."

Chloe was almost driven mad inside. She really hated this feeling.

At this moment, Alexander’s eyes finally had a hint of strange darkness.

All she could hear was Chloe saying she loved her husband, just wanted to be with him peacefully and contentedly until the end.

"Really?"

He sneered disdainfully, leaning closer to Chloe, "Morals and principles? No cheating in marriage? Then who was it that climbed into my bed on their wedding night?"

Alexander’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, instantly crushing Chloe’s pride.

"...Yes, I climbed into your bed on my wedding night. But I was drunk, I didn’t do it on purpose. So what? Just because I got drunk and blacked out, does that mean I deserve a death sentence?"

"No! Who are you, you’re the Eldest Young Master of the Johnson Family, Capital Circle’s Young Master. Naturally, you do as you please, and if someone doesn’t please you, of course, you won’t let them go!"

"Ha, I can only blame my own bad luck for being drunk and cluelessly climbing into the Young Master’s bed!"

She grasped the hem of her nurse’s uniform tightly, and after a long time, she looked at Alexander with red eyes, yelling.

"Blacked out from drinking? Ha, Chloe, you really touched upon something deep in men’s hearts. Whenever a man cheats, the most common excuse is losing control after drinking, blacking out and not remembering anything, right?"

That ’clueless’ comment seemed like it completely crossed Alexander’s line.

Was being with him just her being clueless?

Did she despise him so much, not want to be with him?

She loves that bastard Lucas, huh?

Fine!

Alexander took a few steps forward and pinned Chloe against the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Woman, why do I feel like you remember everything very clearly, otherwise why do you react so strongly every time you face me afterwards? Is it really that you dislike cheating? Or is it that deep down, you can’t accept being so unbearable?"

Chloe wanted to resist, but Alexander’s quick reactions had him firmly controlling her in an instant.

He pressed her tightly against the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the hot summer, their clothing was already quite thin.

In a split second, the searing heat and stickiness spread through their bodies.

And Alexander’s hand squeezed between the tight space between Chloe and the window, pressing in bit by bit.

In such tight quarters, Chloe felt Alexander’s movement more profoundly than ever.

Stimulation in such shock was infinitely magnified, striking deep down to her core.

When Alexander’s hand finally pressed on Chloe’s sensitive spot, she almost spiraled out of control.

"Ahh!"

Her entire body pressed tightly against the window, the coolness in front and the burning heat of Alexander behind her, along with the electric shiver making her hair stand on end, kept surging and stimulating her.

"Look at you now, isn’t this the best proof? I’m quite familiar with your body. What is it? Are you tormented? Uncomfortable?"