Chapter 908


    The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire


    Chapter 908 Being Refused Again


    Expressionlessly, J pushed Derek away from her, maintaining a pointed distance. “The rumors


    about Mr. Wesley and me are all fake. I’m deeply in love with my husband, and I don’t have time to y


    with a little boy like you.”


    “What little boy? J! I’m already 20 years old!” Derek frowned and petntly asked, “How old are


    you?”


    Rubbing her forehead, J exined, “You misunderstood me. Please listen to what I’m trying to say


    here. You don’t really like me like that. Not really. You’re just enjoying the idea of taking something


    away from someone else.”


    Derek grabbed J’s arm, denying everything she said. “You have to give me a chance. I’ll prove


    myself to you.” Despite his sober tone of voice, J was convinced that he hadn’t understood a single


    thing she’d said.


    Sighing deeply, J closed her eyes topose herself and said, “I’m sorry but I can’t give you this


    chance. You have to learn that you can’t just flirt with anyone you take a fancy to.”


    J thought of Garrett. He used to be such a yboy himself, but now… He was utterly Laney’s.


    However, she couldn’t reallypare Derek and Garrett. J had no idea what Derek would grow up


    to be.


    “I’m a desperate man, being rejected by my true love. Will no one show me mercy but God?!” Derek


    cried, his eyebrows raising to the skies. J was growing increasingly annoyed at his behavior.


    J rolled her eyes, realizing what a waste of time and energy it was to try to persuade Derek to alter


    his course. “Then you can go pray to God now. I have to get back to work. Take care, Mr. Ramsey.”


    J turned around and left.


    Derek copsed into depression. She’d scolded him for absolutely no reason!


    He told himself that he wasn’t obsessed. Derek could get any woman he wanted. But, then, why


    couldn’t he get J?


    All this time, Wilder had been impatiently waiting in the car outside. “Derek, get in already,” he said.


    Derek followed his order but not silently. He sat down and emphatically mmed the door, emphasizing


    his anger with a loud bang.


    “Were you just fighting with J? Judging by how red your faces got, even from back here, it looked


    like quite the argument.” Wilder tried to sound as lighthearted as possible. In truth, however, he was


    worried that Derek had messed up badly again and he’d have to deal with it. Derek was in no mood to


    speak, so he just replied with a small “No”.


    Wilder pointedly smacked his lips together. He could see how dejected and upset Derek looked in the


    rearview mirror. Thest time he’d been like this was when he was being bullied by other models when


    he first entered the industry.


    “If you have something to say, out with it already!” Wilder said. “I promise not to speak a word of it to


    anyone. You’ll feel better if you just tell me now rather than crying to yourself alone at home tonight. If


    you bottle it up that long, it’ll just interfere with your work tomorrow.” Wilder heaved a sigh.


    After not responding for a while, Derek finally replied, “Wilder, I don’t have any idea what love actually


    is, do I?” This was unbelievable. Why was such a yboy as Derek asking a bachelor like Wilder for


    advice in this area?


    Wilder looked back at him in the rearview mirror and burst intoughter. “You’re talking crazy. True love


    isn’t something just for everyone.”


    Seeing Derek lean against the window, lost in thought, Wilder changed his tone to a more serious one


    and added, “Your fans won’t ept you finding true love now, anyway. Just stick to your job, and stop


    worrying.”


    Derek gave a small, humorlessugh. He said nothing more. He opened his window, letting the cool


    wind from outside wash across his troubled face. Finally, he began to rx.


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    Meanwhile, outside a certain private hospital in Barnes… After work was finished, Elizabeth rushed


    over there, having found the location on Frank’s business card. Work time was done. The hospital was


    very quiet, with very few nurses still left around.


    Elizabeth dialed the phone number on Frank’s business card. After letting it ring a few times, there was


    still no answer. When she saw a nurse p@ssby, Elizabeth caught her attention and asked, “Can you tell


    me where Dr. Watson’s office is?”


    “First left down that hallway.” The nurse pointed the way and proceeded down the hallway, documents


    in hand.