My Supermodel Wife

"Leila, stop talking!"

The assistant looked at her sharply and took out an injection from the medicine box. "You have no choice or you will risk getting exposed to infection."

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"Fine then, I'll give you an injection to relieve the pain. You should rest first, and try not to do any intense activity for two days."

At the end of the conversation, the assistant skillfully prepared the injection. After giving Leila the injection, he told her, "This injection contains Valium, so you can rest well."

After finishing this, he packed up the medical supplies, covered the medicine box, stood up and nodded at Andrew. "Everything has been taken care of."

"Alright, let's head out. Mike, you too!"

Andrew also took Claire out of the guest room. His figure looked big and cold as he didn't say another word to Mike again.

Lying on the bed, Leila stared at Mike's back. She muttered subconsciously, "No, don't go!"

"You better lie down here and rest," Claire was just walking to the door and heard Leila's voice. She couldn't help but look back. "We have family matters to discuss with him. You are an outsider, don't be confused about your identity."

Is this who they call Claire Austin?!

Yes, she is! A strong business woman with intelligence that all families dreamed of making a daughter or daughter-in-law.

Even if she was pregnant, a few words from her instantly made Leila shut up.

Claire's cold yet warm eyes stared at her. Looking at her face, she seemed to remind herself of the things that had happened to her sister-in-law in the past.

Andrew snorted, he then said to Lilia softly. "Lilia, come too."

Lilia nodded in response. She then glanced at Leila's stomach which was covered in a thin layer of gauze. When she turned around, she accidentally glanced at the window.

This is weird!

The layout of the room, the position of the bed against the wall, and the open window with a small gap, not clearly visible, but facing the bed.

Lilia raised her eyebrows, she silently pulled back into her line of sight, turning around to follow Claire and the others' footsteps.

She thought maybe the guest room had been unoccupied for a long time, so they opened the side window to let in some fresh air.

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Meanwhile, the doctor's assistant was cleaning Mike's back.

Lilia was standing at the door waiting for the treatment to finish.

About a few minutes later, Jean came out to call her.

Entering the room, Lilia could smell disinfectant.

In the room, Mike was seen wearing a gray sweater and sitting on a soft stool.

He raised his head, meeting Lilia's eyes. Seeing those cold eyes instantly made him say, "Lilia, sorry!"

Lilia looked at Mike, her heart cleared.

No wonder that Mike and Jean are trying to separate her from Leila, it looks like they want to solve this problem with Mike.

Lilia doesn't mind. She curled her lips and shook her head. "No, you haven't done anything wrong, you just want to protect the one you love."

Right now, Claire was standing not far from them and commented, "Mike, don't you really want to explain this to us?

"Have you forgotten how much you hated Leila before? Or do you have something to hide? If you say it, we can all help you," she added.

Claire couldn't believe Mike would really fall for Leila.

At that moment, Mike's eyes looked at everyone one by one. He lowered his head and his voice was hoarse. "There's nothing I need to explain. I want to marry her, and I have to!"

Claire couldn't believe it. "Mike, are you crazy?! Have you forgotten what she did to Mellisa?"

Mellisa…

When Mike heard that name, he had very subtle emotions in his eyes.

But it quickly passed.

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, "Whatever she did, it's all in the past."

"I can guarantee that from now on, she won't have a chance to do anything to embarrass herself or me. We won't do anything that can hurt others. Is that enough for you?"

Claire felt stupid, she didn't know how to respond to him.

Could a promise heal the wounds Mellisa suffered in those years?

Lilia then looked at Mike. She put her thoughts aside and studied him carefully.

She suddenly felt that this kid was not as calm as he appeared.

Mike looked very tired, hiding in an indifferent expression and his heart seemed carrying a heavy burden.

Lilia believed that a person's eyes would not be able to deceive.

When Mellisa's name was mentioned just now, his mood clearly changed.

"Mike, have you been hypnotized?"

When everyone was silent, Lilia earnestly asked such a sentence.

Although she had to make sure that Mike was not hypnotized, she still wanted to hear from him.

Mike swallowed, he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows. "No, and I'm not threatened, nor hiding something from you all. I just want to marry her. You all don't need to doubt whether my love is genuine or not."

"I know how much you hate her, but the past will stay in the past. If the promise I just gave you can't satisfy you, I'll say it one more time. Brother, sister-in-law, Lilia, no matter what you think, from today on, don't ever bother Leila again. I don't want this circle of hatred to envelop our lives anymore, and please don't meddle in my business too much. I know all of you have the ability to do something about her. But I can only say that if anything happened to her, I would choose to die with her. So please let us go," he added.

Lilia and the others were speechless.

They could all see that Mike was very determined to marry Leila.

At this time, Andrew, who had not spoken for a long time, stepped in front of him. "Mike, are you not afraid of betrayal? Do you want to fight everyone for someone like her? What is wrong with you? Don't you like Mellisa? Has she rejected you? Even if so, why does it have to be Leila? There are still many women better than her!"

"Have you ever thought about how you would deal with her and explain to her if Mellisa finds out one day? Leila is the one who tried to kill her, are you really going to ignore that?" He asked, fuming.

Andrew's question was sharp and painful.

He really couldn't let his brother fall!

At this moment, Mike lowered his head again.

This way, he blocked all attempts from people who tried to read his mind or dig into his heart.

For a long time, his voice was hoarse and shapeless, but he choked and said, "Brother, I beg you, let me decide my own future, okay?"

He seemed scared, his plea wasn't strong enough. Mike slowly looked up and smiled, but his tone was very difficult.

"The wound in her stomach was because she saved me."