My Supermodel Wife

At this moment, Lilia watched the man walk slowly and her dim vision gradually became clear.

On one side of the corridor, sunlight shot through the window and made a large halo on the ground.

Jean felt like the cold floor that got warm from the ray of lights when he looked at his wife. Nobody could replace Lilia as the only beaming star in his life.

"Why are you here?" Lilia smiled and waved at the man as he approached closer.

Jean placed his hands on the wheelchair armrest, then leaned over and kissed her. "I have come to bring you back."

Mellisa couldn't stand their intimacy as she looked from the back of the wheelchair. She moved away from the side and scratched her forehead. "I'll be out for a bit to buy something and come back later."

Lilia took her eyes off the man but the tension among them had not subsided. Suddenly, she heard Mellisa's words and looked at her suspiciously.

She never heard that she would buy something and leave her alone!

Mellisa smiled mischievously and waved at them before turning around and walked to the end of the corridor.

Even if she only wanted to buy iced tea, it would be much better than seeing the two of them show their affection.

Recently, her relationship with Leonard had almost reached freezing point.

Therefore, it made her feel less inclined to see the sweet everyday life of Lilia and Jean.

Seeing Jean and Lilia could make her feel jealous, Leonard would definitely take advantage of the situation and attack her anytime she dropped her guard.

She didn't want that to happen, so it was better for her to pretend to be gone.

After Mellisa left, the man placed his hand on the wheelchair armrest and his eyes softened. "Did you visit him?"

Lilia raised her head and met her husband's deep sea-like eyes. "Yes, I did. He just woke up and the doctor was examining him."

"Then shall we return?" The man asked softly.

Lilia's smile deepened at the corner of her mouth. "Of course!"

"Then, sit up straight and don't move your ankles."

Jean turned to the back of the wheelchair and gently pushed it forward.

No questions, no jealousy, or even exaggerated expression, only pleasure and love. The man was as caring and understanding as ever.

Lilia leaned firmly behind her chair and stared forward calmly.

This was her husband, a mature and intelligent man who could understand her thoroughly. The one who'd always treated her with tenderness, trusted her, and respected her regardless of situation.

...

After returning to the ward, the man carried Lilia and laid her on the bed again.

Leonard was still sitting on the sofa in front of the window while staring at the door. Two seconds later he asked, "Where is she?"

Lilia turned and answered, "She said she was going to buy something."

"Oh!" Leonard answered, then took his phone and looked at the screen for three seconds. After that, he got up and left.

Lilia was grinning with her brows arched, her soon-to-be brother-in-law must have gone looking for her.

The man looked up at her, brushed her hair, and then the tips of his fingers fell to her cheeks. "Does your head still hurt?"

Lilia shook her head. "It doesn't hurt anymore…"

The corner of her mouth curled upward, forming a faint smile. But she wasn't sure with her eyes.

She still had occasional blurring vision from times to times. Even though Lilia didn't want to hide this from Jean, she swallowed her words as she thought of the child in her stomach.

The man caught her intention as soon as she stopped talking. He squinted coldly and grabbed her chin. "What do you want to say?"

Lilia was forced to look at him, the light in her eyes faded from the complex expression painting her face. But she still smiled calmly. "I just wanted to say that we should cover William's hospitalization."

"Yes," the man raised his eyebrows and agreed without hesitation.

His steady voice echoed, making her feel relieved. Then she tried to explain the situation she just learned downstairs. "I just heard from the nurse that there is a high chance that he will be paralyzed by his spinal cord injury. If this happens, then..."

Lilia leaned against the head of the bed, she gradually became anxious in her blurred vision.

The man poured her a glass of warm water and when he handed it over, his tone was meaningful as he said, "Don't worry, Minerva Hospital is very well known in Indonesia for their spinal treatment. He only had a minor spinal fracture, not as serious as the rumors said."

"Really…?" Lilia's mood was slightly affected, she muttered with a faint gaze so she didn't notice the man's faint gaze.

William's spinal cord injury was not severe, but a spinal fracture could still cause paraplegia in the lower body.

Even if he was completely crippled, Jean would pay for someone to repair his bones personally. If William wanted to use his illness to guilt-trip Lilia or ask her for some compensation, that would be too naive of him.

...

It was 2 o'clock at noon when Lilia was seen sitting by the bed and watching the doctor change the bandage on her ankle. The pain was lighter than yesterday, but the swell was still visible.

Her man was not there with her. Jean said he was going to his company.

Mellisa was sitting on the side of the bed holding a fruit knife and cutting apples for Lilia. She said with a sneer, "The apples Leonard bought weren't fresh at all. I won't let him buy them next time."

Lilia looked away and saw that her sister's cold expression was filled with disgust, even the shape of the apples looked ugly.

She couldn't laugh or cry, her sister wasn't meant to do any kitchen-related work. "Sis, I think you can't peel an apple that way."

However, before the other person could answer, the door was knocked from outside. It was too late for Mellisa to refute Lilia, so she only sighed and got up from her seat. After she put down the apple from her hand, she stepped forward to open the door.

Outside the door were Louis and Joshua, as well as some of Lilia's movie crew.

After William's surgery yesterday, Louis also came here to visit her. But since the area around Lilia's ward was tightly secured, he didn't come to bother her considering her physical condition.

Even at this time, the security outside the ward still tightly guarded this room.

"Mr. Louis!" Lilia straightened up a little and greeted him.

It happened that the doctor who changed the bandage was applying the ointment. "Miss Lilia, your leg injury is still not recovering so don't move it too much. I think the healing progress has been very good. As for the swelling itself, it will heal in a few days."

Lilia looked away from the door and nodded at the doctor with a smile.

After the doctor left, Mellisa also invited Louis and the others into the room.

She then walked to the sofa beside the window and sat down, keeping her head lowered while peeling the apple back to perfection.

Joshua brought a fruit basket and a bunch of flowers then put them on the bedside table. The man then asked anxiously, "Sister Lilia, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you for coming," Lilia answered politely and kindly. When she looked at Louis' worried face, she felt a little guilty. "Mr. Louis, thank you for coming too. I'm sorry, I don't think I can participate in our next tour, so..."

Before she finished speaking, Louis sighed as he took his seat. He then waved his hand nonchalantly. "It's okay, you don't need to say more. I didn't expect the prep team to be so sloppy yesterday."

"You and William got hurt because of this incident and I feel so sad for that. Don't worry about our film promotion tour. Take care of your health first.. After all, your health is more important than the tour," he added.