Chapter 156 Maybe it's not him
Trembling with tears, she put the ring into her ring finger in a trance and took it out as if she had been burned.
Over and over again, her fingers were scratched and bled out, but she still could not feel the pain, because her heart was the most painful.
"Winnie?"
Outside the door, the man's low voice sounded, he was knocking at the door.
Winnie's crying figure trembled and his hands covered the corners of his mouth.
"Is the baby okay?"
He asked.
Winnie bit his finger trembling.
"Why did you lock yourself in? Does this ring bother you so much? Because of Darcy, you just can't accept me? "
His heavy body leaned against the door at the sound of the door frame.
Inside, Winnie shook his head desperately, not because of Darcy.
"Oh." He seemed to have a cold heart and a cold voice.
After a while, he left.
Winnie was heartbroken, holding the ring and lying on the door.
What would he do to his uncle if he told him everything? At that time, he will kick her into the abyss!
After all, she has helped her uncle and hurt him twice.
Winnie did not know how long he had been in the bathroom, and the man in the mirror looked like a ghost and turned frighteningly pale.
Madam Rodriguez knocks at the door and asks, "Winnie?" Aren't you feeling well? I'm worried about calling a family doctor. "
"It’s all right, Mom." Winnie hurriedly got up, used the cold water to remove the redness and swelling in the corners of his eyes, tidied himself up, and opened the door hastily.
Madam Rodriguez looked at her bulging belly and touched it lovingly. "The baby is very good."
When Winnie's afterglow saw that the table was empty, she froze and asked, "Is he out yet?"
Madam Rodriguez shook his head helplessly and pointed to the sofa. "You went into the bathroom with the ring and didn't answer. He has been drinking by himself. He came back sick yesterday. Look at three bottles of red wine. He is drunk and confused."
Winnie saw the slender figure reclining on the sofa, with a frown between his brows.
Something big happened to the Kingdom Estates, he was upset and depressed, and she made him feel even more depressed.
"Winnie -" Madam Rodriguez took her to the dinner table and looked at her carefully. "Although I am confused, I am not blind. I can see that you love him. Are you not accepting the proposal because of his bad character?"
"No, Mom."
Madam Rodriguez looked at L and said sadly, "you don't know how he grew up.”
Madam Rodriguez’s voice filled with pain and sorrow, “His dad and younger brother are the ones who are a family. I was weak and sick, unable to support him when he was young. He was constantly abused by his stepmother, starved and locked in the basement. Coming from a wealthy family but penniless, he stole money from home to buy medicine for me, ending up publicly beaten by the servant and sent to the police station. He was only eight years old that year and developed a mental illness, becoming easily irritable and aggressive. His father forced him to stay in the psychiatric ward for two years. When he came out, he was a completely changed person, very aloof. It was my fault! But he worked hard and surpassed all the younger generations in the family, forcing his father to acknowledge him... Even until today, I know about his struggles. I have a bad memory, but I remember his difficulties."
Winnie felt a slight pang in her heart upon hearing this. She had heard rumors about the Rodriguez family's old Mr. Rodriguez favoring Alan. However, she never expected L's life to be so miserable.
Seeing her confusion, Madam Rodriguez patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Mom wants you to understand why he was aggressive in the past, but that's all in the past now. He is physically and mentally healthy. He has never let the darkness from his childhood affect his business affairs. Winnie, L is an honest person, deserving of you. If he were willing to do anything to get ahead, he would undoubtedly have achieved even greater success than he has today, but he hasn't done so."
Winnie was taken aback by Madam Rodriguez's words. Madam Rodriguez, as the person who knew L the best, described him as an upright person, someone who would not resort to doing anything to achieve his goals.
Yesterday, he had even voluntarily given up bidding on the land, shocking her with his integrity. Such an exceptional man, who had built everything from scratch, had he truly been cruel and ruthless towards the Granger family back then?
Winnie suddenly questioned herself inwardly. Her nerves were stretched taut, and she couldn't help but ask, "Mom, has he never done anything morally wrong in all these years of doing business?"
"Never. Even in his most difficult times, he has always persevered with integrity," Madam Rodriguez affirmed with confidence, pride filling her smile.
"So, Winnie, you cannot give up on a man like him."
Leading her towards the sofa, Madam Rodriguez's smile turned serious. "If he has a person he hates the most, it would be his younger brother, who took everything from him. You should stand by his side and not let him fight alone anymore."
She gently placed Winnie's hand on L's shoulder.
As if sensing her touch, L grabbed her hand tightly, his bloodshot eyes seemingly trying to devour her.
In a drunken voice, he murmured, "Mrs. L... I'm sick, do you know?"
His hoarse voice was heartbreaking, heavy with a nasal tone, and his face was flushed. Unable to bear it any longer, Winnie lightly touched his forehead, which was burning hot.
Taylor couldn't bear to see this and advised, "Mr. L is sick but refuses to take medicine. Mrs. L, why don't you coax him to go upstairs and rest?"
Softened by Taylor's words, Winnie followed as he supported L.
He went upstairs.
In the bedroom, a tall man lay sprawled on the bed. Winnie took a thermometer and placed it under his armpit. He twisted but didn't move, furrowing his brows.
The breath he exhaled could scorch people; he must have a fever.
Winnie helplessly looked down at him. His mask had slipped off after the friction, revealing his astonishingly handsome face.
He was Lawrence R, Madame Rodriguez said he never hesitated to do whatever it took in business...
As Winnie looked at this extraordinary man, she remembered that one time when he desperately saved her.
Could that have been fake too? Was he just playing a deep game?
Winnie couldn't believe it. Reflecting on the past five months they spent together, he was noble and courteous, with unpredictable moods, but she couldn't sense any malice from him.
Yet according to her uncle, he was a thoroughly bad person, a plunderer, a hired killer.
Where did things go wrong?
And one more thing, if he had plotted the murder of her mother's father and mother back then.
Why is it that even after her uncle and she caused his company's bid to fail, he still seems oblivious? He still attributed her reason for breaking up to Darcy!
A sudden thought struck Winnie. Was it possible that her uncle had mistaken the person? But what about that half piece of broken mask...?
"Um..." She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't expect the man to suddenly open his eyes.
He was still in a daze.
L saw the delicate woman above him and forcefully pulled her towards his chest, fiercely kissing her with dominance, fierceness, and deep sorrow.
Winnie couldn't breathe, suffocated by the smell of alcohol. Her heart felt shattered.
She pushed him away.
The man's narrowed eyes were like deep pools, drowning her tightly. "Can't you? Have we grown so estranged?" he asked.
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