Chapter 562 Lily Allergy
Hearing Bianca's voice, all the pain in Smith's heart seemed to vanish instantly.
In a hoarse voice, he said, "Bianca."
Bianca noticed something was off in his voice, a tired rasp. She frowned. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Smith responded in a low tone, "I had to take care of some business on an island. There was no signal, so I missed your calls. Did I worry you?"
"As long as you're okay. When are you coming back?"
"I'm already back. I'll finish up here and head home. Wait for me."
After hanging up, Smith, who had been cooped up in his room for days, finally stood up, his eyes cold and determined.
"Prepare lunch for me."
His assistant immediately responded, "Yes, sir. I'll have your favorite dishes prepared right away."
Smith took a shower and changed into fresh clothes.
As he sat at the dining table eating lunch, his assistant came in to report, "Mr. William has barged in."
Smith's cold eyes narrowed slightly, his voice devoid of warmth, "Let him in."
A few minutes later, Caspian stormed in, throwing a stack of documents in front of Smith and shouting, "Did you sabotage this project? Do you know you cost me three hundred million dollars!"
Smith casually picked up the documents, glanced at them, and then looked at Caspian.
"Three hundred million dollars? That's not enough. My mother's life was worth far more. I'm going to make sure the William family pays for it."
Caspian was furious. "If you hadn't insisted on saving her, I wouldn't have had to act. It's your own fault she's dead. I only wanted to use her to control you, not kill her. Now you're blaming me?"
Rage flared in Smith's eyes, as if he could burn Caspian alive.
Clenching his fists tightly, his voice was chilling, "I told you, my mother's life is my life. If you dared to harm her, I wouldn't let you go. So, you'd better keep your people in check. If I lose control and hurt someone, that's their bad luck."
"If you touch my son, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
"Fine, let's see whose life is more important—mine or your entire family's. I've counted; there are over a hundred of you. If you push me too far, I'll take you all to hell with me."
Caspian, seeing Smith's near-madness, took several steps back in fear.
He couldn't believe how Smith had changed.
Wasn't he always so gentle and refined?
Could it be true that anyone who touched his mother would face his wrath?
"You, a mere actor, think you can go up against the William family? You must have a death wish."
Smith sneered, "We'll see about that."
He signaled to his assistant, who handed Caspian a document.
When Caspian saw the contents, he collapsed into a chair in shock.
"How did you get this?"
Smith's cold gaze bore into him. "This is just a part of it. It's enough to put you in prison for life. Think carefully about your next move."
"Show him out," Smith ordered his assistant.
Caspian was escorted out of the villa, leaving Smith alone in the hall.
He finished his meal and dealt with some pressing matters. By evening, he drove home.
Bianca was in the garden, walking Snowball.
Seeing him return, Snowball ran over, barking excitedly.
Smith bent down to pet its head, smiling, "Hey buddy, have you been listening to Bianca?"
Snowball barked a few more times, circling his feet affectionately.
Smith gently moved it aside. "Alright, I need to see my wife."
He walked over to Bianca, his deep eyes fixed on her. He reached out to gently caress her cheek, his voice hoarse, "Bianca, I missed you so much. Can I hold you?"
Without waiting for her response, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
Feeling her warmth and presence, Smith felt a wave of calm wash over him.
He stroked her hair, whispering her name over and over.
"Bianca, Bianca."
It was as if they hadn't seen each other in years.
Noticing his unusual behavior and his gaunt appearance, Bianca asked worriedly, "Smith, what's wrong?"
Smith slowly released her, his gaze intense. "Are you worried about me?"
"You've been out of touch for days and lost so much weight. Do you think that's normal?"
"I'm fine. I just messed up my stomach on the island and haven't been eating much. But I can still lift you easily. Want me to prove it?"
Bianca glared at him. "Stop joking around. You're an adult. If you're sick, take medicine and see a doctor. Don't let yourself get to this point."
Seeing her upset, Smith smiled and gently pinched her chin.
Leaning in, he looked at her tenderly. "I'm sorry for making you worry. It's my fault."
"Who's worried about you? I just don't want to be a widow right after getting married."
Smith kissed her lightly on the lips, "I won't let that happen. I'll grow old with you."
He then scooped her up and carried her towards the house.
Bianca struggled a bit. "Put me down. People are watching."
"So what? We're not having an affair. Public displays of affection are good for the country's morale."
They entered the bedroom under the watchful eyes of the staff.
Smith laid Bianca on the bed, kissed her forehead, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Did you miss me?"
As he spoke, his hand gently caressed her lips.
Bianca, having missed him and being sensitive to his touch, couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
She wanted to resist, but Smith had already taken control.
She didn't even realize when he had undressed her.
The bedroom lights went out, and the room filled with an intimate atmosphere.
Afterwards, Smith held Bianca close, feeling rejuvenated.
Pippa's death had hit him hard, but Bianca's comfort had begun to heal his emotional wounds.
She was not only his motivation but also his remedy.
Smith leaned down and kissed Bianca on the lips, his voice hoarse, "Bianca, let's have a baby."
Hearing this, Bianca couldn't help but blink a few times, feeling a sharp pain in her chest.
Memories of the past washed over her like waves, hitting every nerve.
Every time she dreamed of those scenes, it brought her to tears.
She had once given up a small life and didn't want something like that to happen again.
Seeing the turmoil in her eyes, Smith felt a pang of heartache and kissed her lips gently.
He softly reassured her, "I'm just saying it. Don't feel pressured. Whenever you're ready, we can think about it. But I want you to know, I will never let you down in this lifetime. If we have a child, I will never abandon her. I will love both of you dearly. Bianca, do you understand my feelings?"
Faced with his sincerity, Bianca couldn't help but be moved.
She thought for a few seconds and then said, "I know. It's my own issue. When I'm ready, I'll let you know."
Smith smiled and gently stroked her head. "It seems my Bianca isn't fully satisfied with me yet. I need to try harder. How about we change the scenery?"
He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.
In the darkness, he turned on the shower.
Warm water cascaded down, and she instinctively hid in Smith's arms.
Pressing against his chest, she whispered, "What are you doing? Turn on the light."
Smith leaned down and gently bit her earlobe.
His voice was low and husky. "I just want to give you a different experience."
With that, he captured her lips in a kiss.
The warm water, the heat of his lips, and Smith's wandering hands soon had Bianca melting.
She quickly reached her peak, sinking into the moment with him.
The sounds from the bathroom were enough to make anyone blush.
After what felt like an eternity, Smith carried Bianca out.
Wrapped in a towel, her hair wet, she lay exhausted in his arms, drifting off to sleep.
Even when he later dried her hair, she didn't stir.
Watching her sleep, Smith's heart was no longer heavy but filled with sweetness.
He kissed her lips softly, his voice a whisper, "Bianca, I hope when the truth comes out, you won't blame me."
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Eva had been confined for a month. On her first day out, she brought a copy of the palace rules she had written to Bianca, along with a bouquet of flowers.
Bianca and Smith were playing chess in the living room, deeply engrossed in their game.
Seeing that Smith was about to win, Bianca suddenly pouted, "No, I made a wrong move. Let me redo it."
Smith looked at her affectionately, "Sweetheart, you know there's no taking back moves in chess, right?"
"I didn't see it clearly. Besides, as a gentleman, can't you let me win a little?"
"I can let you win, but you have to kiss me first."
Without hesitation, Bianca leaned in to kiss Smith on the cheek.
But Smith turned his head at the last moment, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
He nibbled and licked her lips, taking full advantage.
Bianca playfully hit his chest, her face flushed with mock anger, "Smith, you ambushed me."
Smith chuckled, brushing her lips with his thumb. "You taste too good. I couldn't resist."
Just then, Eva entered the room, clearing her throat to announce her presence. "Excuse me, I brought these for you, Bianca," she said, holding out the flowers and the rules she had written.
Bianca, still blushing, took the flowers and the document. "Thank you, Eva. These are lovely."
Smith, still holding Bianca close, looked at Eva with a hint of amusement. "Eva, you have impeccable timing."
Eva smiled politely, "I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll leave you two to your game."
As Eva left, Smith turned back to Bianca, his eyes twinkling. "Now, where were we?"
Bianca laughed, "I think you were about to let me win."
Smith grinned, "Only if you promise to kiss me again."
Bianca rolled her eyes playfully, "Deal. But this time, no ambushes."
Smith leaned in, his voice soft, "No promises."
"Then I'll have to take back two moves."
"If you kiss me again, I'll let you win."
"No way. I want to win fair and square."
Their playful banter was all witnessed by Eva.
Though she was furious inside, she kept her composure.
The last lesson had been harsh enough.
She knocked lightly on the door and smiled, "Your Majesty, I've finished copying the rules. Please review them."
She walked over to Bianca, placing the flowers beside Smith.
Bowing respectfully, she waited.
Bianca put down her chess piece, took Eva's papers, glanced through them, and said, "I see. Just be more careful in the future. You can go now."
Eva nodded quickly, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I heard you like flowers, so I picked these from the garden for you as an apology."
Bianca glanced at the bouquet and said, "Apology accepted. I have things to do. You may leave."
Eva looked at Smith, her expression unchanged, and left.
For the next few days, she personally picked flowers for Bianca, always including lilies.
She always delivered them when Smith was around.
But she didn't see the reaction she expected from Smith.
She was puzzled.
One day, she saw a doctor leaving the room and immediately approached him, "Is the Queen unwell?"
The doctor replied, "It's the Prince."
Eva's heart skipped a beat, "What's wrong with the Prince?"
The doctor explained, "He twisted his ankle while picking flowers for the Queen on the mountain."
"Is that all? No other symptoms?"
The doctor looked puzzled, "What do you mean, Princess Eva?"
Eva nervously clenched her fingers, shaking her head, "Nothing. I thought he had a cold."
Watching the doctor leave, Eva's eyes darkened.
She had been giving Bianca flowers with lilies, knowing Smith was severely allergic to them.
Just a whiff would cause a rash, and in severe cases, it could lead to suffocation.
Why wasn't this Smith reacting at all?
She always made sure to linger and chat with Bianca, giving Smith enough time to be affected by the pollen.
And the flowers were always placed in the living room. Why wasn't he reacting?
Had his body changed, or was he not the same person?
Realizing she might have stumbled upon a huge secret, Eva's eyes widened.
If this Smith was an imposter, where was the real Smith?
Whose plot was this—the William family's or Smith's own plan?
Back in her room, Eva pondered various possibilities.
She immediately called her best friend, asking her to investigate something.
A few days later, her friend called back.
"Eva, I found out that Smith was investigating someone three months ago."
Eva quickly asked, "Who?"
"An international star named Edgar. I heard he even went to his country to find him."
Eva was puzzled, "Why? Is he a fan?"
"I don't know, but after they met, Edgar announced his retirement. I suspect it has something to do with Smith. Also, Smith was injured on that trip, and it was serious."
Eva's mind raced. "So, you're saying Smith might have been replaced by this Edgar?"
"It's possible. The timing and circumstances are suspicious."
Eva's heart pounded. If Smith had been replaced, it meant there was a much larger conspiracy at play. She needed to find out more, but she had to be careful. One wrong move, and she could be in serious danger.
"Thanks for the info. Keep digging, but be discreet," Eva instructed her friend.
"Will do. Stay safe, Eva."
Eva hung up the phone, her mind swirling with thoughts. She had to figure out a way to confirm her suspicions without alerting anyone. If this imposter was indeed Edgar, she needed to find out what had happened to the real Smith and why this switch had been made.
As she sat in her room, plotting her next move, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was on the brink of uncovering something monumental.
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