Chapter 254 Alexander Loves Everything About Her
Dylan came back soon. The men assigned to protect Victoria in secret were still on duty; and just one phone call to them could inform him of her whereabouts.
Dylan laid out the details of who Victoria had hung out with yesterday, where they had been, and who they had met.
Alexander leaned back in his office chair, legs crossed, looking all authoritative, and listened quietly.
After a bit, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "The hospital? Who's pregnant?"
Dylan answered, "It's Marlowe."
Alexander was caught off guard for a second and then casually asked, "Grant doesn't know, right?"
Dylan hesitated before saying, "Grant probably doesn't know yet. Our people talked to the doctor, and the doc said Marlowe seems to want an abortion."
A slight smile crept onto Alexander's face. "Looks like Grant's in for some trouble."
Dylan stayed quiet. It seemed like Alexander was enjoying Grant's bad luck?
"Should we tell Grant?" Dylan asked.
As soon as he said it, Alexander gave him a long look. "Whose assistant are you?"
Dylan replied, "Yours, of course."
Right after he answered, it clicked. Was Alexander planning to keep Grant in the dark?
Alexander's next words confirmed Dylan's hunch. "If he needs someone else to tell him his wife is pregnant, then he's not really doing his job as a husband. What's the point?"
Dylan had no comeback; Alexander had a point.
Dylan thought, 'But aren't you guys best friends? This is a big deal, and you're not even gonna give him a heads-up?'
At that moment, Dylan really felt like Alexander had changed. Alexander had never used to stick up for someone irrelevant.
Marlowe was Victoria's friend. Alexander cared about Victoria, so he was siding with Marlowe. Did Grant know he had such a loyal friend?
Marlowe had no classes this morning. She took the day off to meet a friend she had run into before; she couldn't join that dance competition.
Then Marlowe went to the pharmacy to buy folic acid. Last night, she had looked up a bunch of stuff about pregnancy.
Marlowe knew Grant had come back last night, but he left again shortly after. But none of that mattered to her anymore.
In the afternoon, Marlowe went back to the dance studio and attended her classes as usual. Even though she was a bit distracted, nothing went wrong.
After class, Stephanie came to find her. Noticing Marlowe didn't look well, she asked, "Marlowe, what's up? You don't seem yourself today."
Marlowe replied without thinking, "It's nothing. I just didn't sleep well last night." She didn't want too many people knowing about her pregnancy just yet.
Stephanie didn't push and said, "Let's pack up and leave together."
Marlowe nodded and went to the locker room to change.
As soon as they stepped out, they ran into Michelle, who seemed to have been waiting for a while.
Stephanie instinctively called out, "Michelle?"
Then she glanced at Marlowe beside her, but Marlowe stayed calm, like she didn't know Michelle.
Marlowe didn't bother figuring out why Michelle was there. She just gave her a quick look and walked around her.
Michelle, however, blocked her path. "Marlowe, I need to talk to you."
Marlowe closed her eyes briefly, then looked back at Michelle, her tone cold and indifferent. "Ms. Hoilt, we're not that close. Besides, my time is precious, and I don't have time for irrelevant people's nonsense."
Michelle was taken aback; she hadn't expected Marlowe to be so blunt.
Stephanie was a bit surprised too. Since she'd known Marlowe, she'd never seen her speak so coldly and rudely to anyone.
"I want to talk to you about Grant," Michelle said, a fleeting look of malice in her eyes. She suppressed the embarrassment caused by Marlowe's words and kept her elegant demeanor.
Marlowe let out a disdainful laugh. "Grant?" She smirked at Michelle. "You’ve got such refined manners. My husband's business needs you to come all the way here to tell me? Or are you just trying to make sure everyone knows you want to be a homewrecker?"
Michelle's face tightened. What was up with Marlowe today?
Ignoring her, Marlowe continued, "Don't worry, you just want to marry Grant, right? You've waited this long; a little longer won't kill you."
As she turned to leave, Marlowe added, "Good luck marrying Grant." With that, she stomped away without looking back.
Stephanie snapped out of it and quickly followed her.
Michelle's hands clenched at her sides, her teeth gritted. Marlowe's words had really hit a nerve.
Luckily, there weren't many people at the dance studio entrance today. But what did Marlowe's last sentence mean? A flash of realization crossed Michelle's mind. Could they be getting a divorce?
"Marlowe, are you okay?" Stephanie caught up to Marlowe and cautiously looked at her face, seeing nothing amiss.
Marlowe had lashed out at Michelle out of necessity. She had been bottling up her feelings for too long, and after the outburst, she felt much better.
Marlowe shook her head and turned slightly to give Stephanie a faint smile, dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth. "I'm fine. Don't worry."
Stephanie tentatively asked, "Marlowe, was the guy we met outside the restaurant last time your husband?"
From the conversation just now, Stephanie had already guessed half of it.
Marlowe was silent for a moment before nodding.
Stephanie was completely taken aback. So Marlowe was already married.
"What's wrong?" Marlowe asked, seeing her downcast face.
Stephanie replied, "Nothing, just feels like a pity."
Marlowe laughed, "What for?"
Stephanie answered honestly, "A pity that someone as great as you is already married."
Stephanie pouted. She had been thinking of introducing her brother to Marlowe as a boyfriend.
Meanwhile, after finishing her work, Lila headed straight to the Cleveland Clinic. She had been there many times, and most people at the hospital knew her, especially the nurses and doctors in Owen's area.
Owen had never hidden their relationship. He wasn't afraid, so she wasn't, either.
Lila went straight to the director's office. She was the only one who could come and go freely.
The two of them looked like a perfect match, and everyone thought highly of them.
Only a few were jealous. After all, Owen was an outstanding man in their eyes—handsome, fit, wealthy, powerful, highly skilled, and gentle with patients. He was the man all the women in the nurse's station admired.
Now that he had a girlfriend, it just busted their bubble.
However, Owen came from a family of doctors, making him unattainable for most. So, some people had been trying to find out Lila's identity but had ended up with nothing.
Owen had just gone to the top floor to check on a VIP patient. When he opened the door, he saw Lila sitting in his office chair.
"Why didn’t you say you are coming?" Owen closed the door and walked over, looking down at Lila's face, which he never get enough of it.
Lila leaned lazily against the wide chair back, looking up at him with a bright smile and a hint of playfulness in her voice. "To surprise you."
Owen crossed his arms and half-sat, half-leaned on the desk beside her, his posture relaxed. His eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses as he looked at her, letting out a light chuckle. "Are you sure it's a surprise and not a shock?"
He was wearing his pristine white coat, a stethoscope around his neck. His clean-shaven face was sharply handsome, his hair neatly parted, thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, perfectly shaped lips, and gold-rimmed glasses—all accentuating his handsome and scholarly demeanor.
But in private, aside from being handsome, he was nothing like his current image.
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