Chapter 305 Eva Deserves Martin More
Martin sat down beside Luke, watching him intently as he worked.
What should have been a simple comparison, Luke stretched out for a grueling half-hour, sweat slowly beading on his forehead. The longer it took, the more anxious Martin grew.
The longer it took, the more anxious Martin grew.
After another ten-minute tense ten minutes, Martin couldn't bear the silence anymore. "How much longer? Isn't verifying authenticity supposed to be easy for you? Why is it taking so long?"
Luke's actions paused, and he looked at Martin with a tormented expression.
A cold dread gripped Martin, his unease swelling.
"Is there a result?"
Luke hesitated, then gave a stiff nod.
The absence of words only cemented Martin's suspicion. "It's real, isn't it?"
Luke's palms were clammy with nervous sweat.
He wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, gathering his courage to explain,. "I checked in five different ways, and all five showed no anomalies."
Martin's expression visibly turned colder at a rapid pace.
Luke shivered unexpectedly as if he were standing amidst the frigid Antarctic, unsettling to the bones. However, he had no choice but to continue.
Yet, he had no choice but to continue, "Which means the video is authentic, unaltered."
In other words, the lady of the house had indeed engaged in unspeakable acts with Hunter. He felt like he had been betrayed in the most public way.
He felt like he had been betrayed in the most public way.
Holy moly!
Why, why was he burdened with this secret?
Would the boss, in a rage, make him disappear?
Martin's handsome face was now shaded with an ominous chill, as if frosted over, with. His narrow eyes and brows that radiated a piercing cold that spread rampantly throughout the hospital room.
Luke hunched his neck, trying his best to reduce his presence to a minimum.
In a moment's time.
moment, Martin abruptly spokesaid, "Keep this matter under wraps,; tell no one, including Patricia."
Luke, not daring to ask further, nodded vigorously.
"Rest assured, I'll keep it under lock and key, even if it means facing a knife at my throat, I won't speak a word."
Martin said nothing further, stood up, returned to his bed, and lay on his side with his eyes closed.
He wanted to sleep.
But, but sleep eluded him.
He was plagued by insomnia.
By dawn the next day, Carter and Patricia arrived.
Patricia, troubledTroubled in her own right, Patricia had also had a restless night.
She couldn't fall asleep until half the night had passed, when she finally drifted off into a fitful slumber filled with nightmares where she found herself lying naked next to Hunter.
She was terrified.
She Terrified, she knew she needed to push him away.
But, but somehow, she couldn't control herself and instead . Instead, she clung to Hunter's neck, reciprocating his advances.
She didn't understand why she was acting this way.
She wanted to cry.
To scream.
But and cry, but her voice was frozen in fear.
Soon after, she was jerked awake from the nightmare.
Barely, fetting barely two hours of sleep from dozing off to awakening.
In an effortTo not to worry Martin, she meticulously readied herself before leaving, borrowed some foundation from the hotel concierge, and bought a lipstick on ther way, and finally lookeding a bit more put-together.
Martin, having not slept all night, coupled with excessive blood loss, was ghastly pale, with dark circles starkly framing his eyes.
Patricia recoiled at his sallow complexion, a surge of alarm gripping her.
"Hey, why do you look so terrible? Did something happen last night?"
Martin, not wanting to cause her worry, offered a weary smile. "My wound was throbbing all night; I couldn't catch a wink of sleep, hence the ghostly face. It's nothing serious. I'll be back to normal once it heals up."
A flurry of concern washed over Patricia. "You didn't have a fever, did you? Is the wound infected? I should've stayed with you instead of going back to the hotel. I should have been there to take care of you."
With his stronger hand, Martin clasped hers gently.
"No, no fever or infection. Even a simple fall can hurt for a while., let alone a gunshot wound!. Trust me, I'm really okay."
Patricia realized she was overreacting. Martin was out of danger, and pain was a part of the healing process.
Still, an instinctual fear for his well-being scrambled her thoughts and clouded her usual reasoned approach.
Luke cast a sidelong glance at Patricia, his expression an unreadable mix as he started settingset out the breakfast that Carter had brought in.
Since Martin's movements were limited, Patricia took it upon herself to feed him.
As he ate the thin porridge, he asked with a hint of concern, "How did you sleep last night?"
With her eyes lowered"I didn't sleep well," she said, avoiding his gaze as she continued to spoon-feed him the warm gruel, she confessed, "I didn't sleep well. . "My mind was plagued with worry about you, fearing something might go wrong."
At her words, Martin felt a warmth spread through him, dispelling some of the shadows in his heart.
"I'm doing fine,; nothing's happened. Get a good night's rest back at the hotel tonight."
But Patricia shook her head, dismissing the suggestion.. "I want to stay by your side.
Somehow, I think I'll sleep more soundly here than at the hotel."
After a moment's thought, Martin didn't dismissaccepted her offer.request.
Last night, he'd sent her away to the hotel so Luke could verify the video's authenticity of the video.
. Now that the results were in, there was no reason to keep her at a distance.
If her staying put her at ease, then she might as well stay.
Night fell.
, and Carter and Luke retreated to the hotel for some rest.
Patricia remained steadfastly by Martin's bedside, vigilant in her care.
As darkness enveloped the room, perhaps comforted by Patricia's presence, Martin, who had gone without sleep for over a full day and night, drifted off early into a deep, undisturbed slumber. Not even the buzzing of his cell phone on the nightstand could rouse him.
Two missed calls — and he was none the wiser.
One call was for coordinating work, while the other— was a personal line, a privilege bestowed only upon those closest to him. And now, that private number rang for Martin.
Feeling a pang of worry that it might be the three little ones calling, Patricia grabbed the phone only to see an unfamiliar sequence of digits flashing on the screen.
Surprised, she answered,. "Hello?"
A woman's voice came through, pausing briefly before cheerfully inquiringasking, "Oh, are you the housekeeper at Martin's place?"
Her tone was playfully sweet, the kind that and could paint a picture of her in your mind with just her voice.
Stunned and without much thought, Patricia almost instinctively figured it had to be Eva, the girl she'd seen with Martin at the restaurant that day.
SheEva had Martin's private number.
Did this mean she had become the most important person in his worldto him?
This realization squeezed Patricia's heart clenched with a sharp twingepain.
Fearful of causing a misunderstanding between Martin and Eva, she went alongrolled with the assumption,. "Yes, I'm the housekeeper. Mr. MartinLangley is asleep right now. Is there something you need from him?"
Deep down, she didn't want to wake Martin.
Eva let outmade a disappointed "Ah,"sound and said with dissatisfaction, dissatisfied, "It's early; why has he gone to bed already? He must be really tired from work. Well, don't wake him—let. Let him sleep. I'll call again tomorrow morning."
"Sure."
After the call ended, Patricia placed the phone back on the nightstand, only for it to ring several times shortly after.
Without a glancelooking, she knew it must be Eva texting.
The heaviness in Patricia's chest turned sour. She, though she knew she had no right to feel heartbroken, tilting. She tilted her head back and takingtook deep breaths to swallow the tears threatening to spill.
What right did a woman with a past like hers have to feel jealousy?
Eva was the one truly suited fordeserved Martin more.
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