Chapter 244 Go See a doctor.
Rock handed her a note and said, "Give it a try. Miss Smith hasn't been willing to communicate with us these past few years. She was afraid of dragging us down. Her whole family has been hiding and relocating, as after that person's anger, the entire Lymington ostracized the Smith family. They haven't been living well."
The woman's eyes teared up slightly. After Rock left, she immediately made a phone call, anxiously waiting for someone to pick up.
However, no one answered on the other end. Back in the day, although the Smith family wasn't from a prestigious background, they were wealthy.
Olivia was heavily burdened by her, resulting in the birth of a child with an unknown background, ruining her life!
This was the woman's deepest grudge. Winnie held onto the note, unable to sleep all night...
On the other side of the city...
In the early morning, Darcy woke up from the man's embrace, feeling his powerful breath, his muscular chest that was taut and mature, she blushed and her heart raced, wanting nothing more than to possess him.
Yet, she couldn't get close... Could any woman feel content?
She bit her red lips under the covers, unwilling to give up. Full of anticipation, she turned over and kissed his abs,
"Darcy, what are you doing?" The man's deep and sexy voice, with a hint of coldness, stopped her in her tracks. His hand grabbed hers forcefully!
Darcy timidly nibbled her lips, lifting her rosy face that exuded a seductive fragrance.
"Mr. L, I've been reading some books recently, and they say men are more energetic in the morning. So, how about we give it another try? Otherwise, when will we get married and have a baby?"
She was anxious, her eyes watery as she pounced on his chest, refusing to leave.
Lawrence R opened his long, deep-set eyes and looked at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. After a while, his finely arched eyebrows furrowed slightly, unable to refuse her any longer. He turned over, holding her in his strong arms.
His seductively long legs were simply deadly, leaving Darcy blushing and her heart racing. With closed eyes...
But soon, the man got up, clearly resisting. His thin lips pressed together as he looked at the woman who had already become dumbfounded and stiff.
He gently caressed her face, his voice low and filled with frustration, "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me. I also want to make you happy... Let's try again next time!"
Then, he got up and walked into the bathroom without any hesitation.
Darcy unwillingly raised her head and watched his tall and straight figure recede.
He was undeniably a noble and perfect man, fulfilling all her fantasies as a woman. Just by looking at his exceptionally handsome face and sensing his breath, her whole body would flush.
But for some reason he wouldn’t discuss, for the past three years, every time he got close to her, he would act like this?
Darcy got angry and glanced at her sexy suspender dress, feeling even more ironic. These three years, this kind of monastic life was driving her crazy!
A long time ago, she had already been with men, but later, in order to get close to Mr. L, she pretended to be incredibly innocent, avoiding any contact with the opposite sex.
But that was only for a few months. She originally thought that after causing Winnie's death that year, she would quickly take over Mr. L's heart and be deeply in love with each other.
Who could have expected that he would fall ill, and this illness already lasted three years!
Sometimes, when she looked at his indifferent appearance, she really wanted to turn around and find another man.
The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and the frosted glass reflected the man's magnificent body.
Darcy's resentment and itchiness grew, and she quickly picked up the pillows strewn all over the floor, pretending to be gentle and virtuous as she walked over. "Mr. L, let me hand you the towel."
Lawrence R knew her tricks and felt a bit weary. "I have it here, Darcy."
But the woman had already entered, encircling his narrow waist from behind. She lowered her head and kissed the water droplets on his body, sounding tearful and gentle as she begged him,
"Mr. L, this time I've managed to invite a foreign specialist who can treat difficult cases. They say there's no illness he can't cure. The appointment is at ten o'clock this morning. Can you please go and see him?" Darcy pleaded.
"I've seen at least ten doctors arranged by your Ordelia Group hospital. Is it effective, Darcy? Maybe I need more time." Lawrence tried to satisfy her with his answer.
"It's been three years, which is already a long time. Mr. L, don't you love me?" She became anxious, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Lawrence R gently wiped away her tears, a hint of pity flashing through his heart. "How could that be?"
"If you love me, why can't you be with me?" Darcy said pitifully.
The man lowered his gaze. Sometimes, he also hated his unruly body.
A sense of resentment welled up in his eyes, and he even felt that this cursed woman had cast a spell on him, not allowing him to move on to a new life, despite his ignorance and endangering himself.
"This time, this doctor will surely cure you. He's a foreign specialist, and he has also succeeded in treating male problems. Mr. L, please make an effort for our happiness," Darcy pleaded.
Lawrence R licked his thin lips coldly, contemplating...
Seductively, the more repressed Darcy acted, the more Lawrence R was drawn to her. This man was like a walking hormone, becoming more mature and exuding a masculine aura, yet remaining indifferent and aloof.
Unable to resist, she squatted down and fluttered her eyelashes, "Mr. L, since it's still early for work, let's give it a try..."
Lawrence R watched her movements, his black eyes flickering with instinctive rejection. "Darcy, it's useless..."
"Mr. L, come on, take off your bathrobe first..." but before Darcy could proceed any further.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Suddenly, a series of knocks on the door came ringing out, chaotic and childish.
Knowing who it was, Lawrence R immediately wrapped himself in a bathrobe and strode out with his long legs.
Darcy also knew who it was. A touch of resentment flashed in her eyes as she coldly rolled them,
Putting on a smile, she followed him outside. "Sidney has been waking up earlier and earlier recently."
The handsome features of the man curved with a faint smile as he opened the door.
They could hear the child's milky voice responding to Darcy, "I won't save the old man. Are you locking him up in there again?"
Darcy struggled to force a smile but her eyes revealed a hint of chill.
Lawrence R's handsome features also twitched slightly. He looked down at the short and cold little fellow, "You little rascal! How can you speak like that? When daddy and mommy are not awake, you shouldn't disturb us."
The little one gave him a disdainful look and pointed at Darcy. His words were sharp and concise, "She's not my mommy! Don't think I don't know you're secretly having an affair!"
Darcy rolled her eyes again and suddenly, with red eyes, she squatted down to hold him. "Sidney, I worked hard to give birth to you and raise you. How can you say something that hurts mommy's heart?"
"Don't lie to me, I'm nothing like you. When I was younger, it was easy for you to deceive me, but now I'm grown up. Hmph, there's no need to lie to me."
Darcy glanced at Lawrence R resentfully.
But Lawrence R, still looking at his son, chuckled, the corner of his lips curving slightly. Crossing his arms, he teasingly retorted, "Are you feeling itchy?"
"I need to pee, Lawrence R. Hurry and carry me to the toilet." He also swung his short little arm, imitating his father's carefree attitude.
Unable to hold back, Lawrence R chuckled and carried the cool little guy into the bathroom.
Darcy gritted her teeth, glaring at the servant-like man. With this little bastard around, she would always be left behind!
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