Chapter403:IWantToGetBackTogetherWithYou
Vivian‘s POV
I was packing my things at home when I got a call from Charles I had nned to stay at the hospital so t
hat I could look after Spencer. Besides, he wouldn‘t be able to do anything to drive me away “Vivian, Spe
ncer
insists on leaving the hospital. He has asked you to pick him up.” ‘Spencer asked me to pick him up?‘ I w
as shocked by this.
“Did he mean it?” I asked.
“Of course. Spencer is a stubborn jackass. Nobody can
force him to do something he doesn‘t want to.” Charles sounded like he was chuckling a bit –
I dropped the call, threw
my clothes aside, and went to the hospital to pick up Spencer, Upon reaching the door of the ward, I saw
him sitting on a wheelchair all alone. He was staring nkly at the scenery outside the window,
seemingly lonely.
To me, he kind of looked like an abandoned child at this moment. Merely seeing him in this state broke m
y heart. In the past, this man was so mboyant and animated, but now… he had to
sit on a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The thought of never being able to stand up again must
be tearing him apart. Silently, I held back my tears and took a deep breath. I put on a smile, mustered my
courage, and approached Spencer, hugging him from behind
“Well? Have you finallye around to the idea? I just learned a new massage
technique. Do you wanna try it?” I asked. Spencer froze for a moment. Instead of struggling from my em
brace, he calmly turned around and said, “Vivian, I want to get back together with you, as husband and
wife.”
“Are you serious?” I looked into his eyes, visibly surprised.
‘What made him change his mind?‘ I wondered.
“I‘m a cripple now, but if you don‘t think I‘m a burden, then please take care of me from now on,” Spencer
remarked, wearing a face devoid of emotion. He didn‘t look like he was
excited about getting back together with me. On the contrary, it seemed as though he wanted me to back
away
from these hardships. ‘Does he really think he can get rid of me? No way!‘ I stroked Spencer‘s face and s
aid, “It‘s okay. That‘s exactly what I want.”
The second we got back home, Spencer started to give me a hard time.
As he sat on his wheelchair, he said to me, “You should take care
of everything we need in the future. I don‘t like
strangers touching the stuff I use.” I was sitting at the door changing my shoes when I heard him. “That c
an‘t be done,” I answered without even ncing at him. “You can‘t even do something that trivial? Then,
how are you supposed to spend the rest of your life with me? There are so many more
things you can and should do in the future!” It seemed like Spencer wanted to start an argument.
I didn‘t let his words vex me. I just stood up, and grinned at him. “Actually, I have something for you to do
.”
He fell silent for a moment. I grabbed the handles of the wheelchair, and wheeled him inside the house.
“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, panicking
“We‘re going back to our room.”
I wheeled Spencer into the bedroom The way he kept looking at me vigntly was amusing to me. It was
hard to resist the urge to tease him.
Slowly, I leaned closer to his face; my breath, seeping into his face. Within the blink of an eye, the tensio
n rose in the room.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you scared that I‘ll eat you up?” I asked.
“Vivian, stay away from you. I don‘t have thoughts about you like that right now.” Spencer’s face turned
red as he ducked backwards.
The more he backed away, the more it excited me
. I brushed my fingertips against his skin “But I have lots of thoughts about you, honey”
Embarrassed, Spencer grabbed my hand “Vivian, can you please behave yourself?” Lahuckled at his rea
ction, pulled my hands from his, and stood up while he was watching at me, ck jawed in shock, I throw
my underwear at him one after another.
My pantiesnded on his face. Annoyed, he tossed it right away. The next second, i threw
mycy bra at his face
Unable to bear it any longer, he yelled, “Have you gone mad?” “You may not be able to move your legs,
but your hands still work, right?” I asked,
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Spencer was stunned
“Come and help me wash my clothes. From now on, you‘re the only one allowed to wash my delicates.”
“Vivian, you‘re taking things too far!” Spencer looked so hriously
pathetic on his wheelchair with a pile of panties and bras in his hands. Swallowing myughter, I said to
him with a straight face, “This is only just the beginning. You can try to resist it if you can.” I walked over t
o the wheelchair and wheeled him into theundry room
The servants in theundry room were surprised to see me.
“Listen up. From now on, Mr. Patel will wash my delicates himself, and none of you are allowed to help hi
m, got it?” Surprised, the servants exchanged nces before nodding and leaving the room. I picked out
my underwear, tossed them to the other side, and turned to Spencer. “Remember, my delicates must be
handwashed.” Spencer remained seated on his wheelchair, his face, ashen. It looked like he wanted to
tear apart thecy undies that he had in his hand
“What the hell are you trying to do?”
“Make you do your part. I have high hopes for you.” I patted him on the shoulder as a form of
encouragement. I could see the veins bulging on Spencer‘s forehead. Needless to say, he was about to t
hrow a tantrum. It was
then that I rolled up my sleeves, exposing the bruises on my arms. Even after so long, the marks
resulting from the hemp ropes remained visible on my body. Spencer was
like a balloon that had been poked. All the anger he felt disappeared in an instant. After a long silence, h
e began washing my delicates, albeit reluctantly. As I watched him curse while trying to figure out how to
wash mycy panties clean without tearing them, I was so
delighted Then, I picked up my phone and texted Richard.
“Give me Caroline‘s number.” He quickly sent me a phone number. I sent Caroline a message. “Scarlett,
I know it‘s you. Thank you so much for your help. Someday, if you feel the need to talk to someone,
please feel free toe to me. Your loyal friend, Vivian”
Susan‘s POV
After Rita died, Ellison never came to me again. 1 As time went on, all the savings I had kept were gradu
ally used up. I was reluctant to find a job, but I didn‘t want to be poor, either. Thus, I began gambling It w
as the only way I could think of to make a quick buck and possibly get my oldvish life back. I gambled i
n various casinos and racetracks, but it seemed as though Lady Luck and fate had abandoned me. Inste
ad of growing my savings, my debts grew because of all the losses I incurred from gambling
Today was myst chance.
On the racetrack, there were seven horsespeting against each other. I stood amidst the stands and s
As I watched horse number five approach the finish line, I held my breath and hoped for victory
But the very next second, horse number three ran past the horse I bet on and crossed the finish line first.
“Impossible! This can‘t be! How could my horse lose? Fuck! I‘m going to bet again!” I
searched all of the pockets I had and found only a few coins.
‘Fuck... I‘m screwed.’
I copsed to the ground, losing all hope. “That‘s her! Take her down!”
I Want To Get Back Together With You Several burly men appeared from behind me. One of them, a man
Panicking, I raised my head. Standing in front of me was a middle–
aged man in a floral shirt. He was staring daggers at me.
He leaned forward and patted my cheek. “Hey, you
must pay your debts. When are you going to pay us what you owe?”
I was so scared that I couldn‘t move. In a trembling voice, I replied, “L.. I don‘t have any money left.”
“Then, do you have any family?” The look in the
man‘s eyes changed I swallowed hard and replied, “My husband is in jail. And my daughter... she‘s dead.”
bitch! You‘re not going to pay, are you?” He sped my face, looking at me obscenely. He was gripping m
“You know... you do look kind of pretty. Since you don‘t have any money to pay for your debts, you can pa
The man then gestured at his subordinates and said, “Take her away.”