Chapter 643


    After Curtis heard that, his arms, wrapped around Rayna, stiffened before he slowly let go of her. “We''ll


    wait for the medical team to arrive and let them examine your condition beforeing up with the


    treatment n. We can also opt for more conservative therapy if you''re unwilling to undergo surgery.”


    Rayna ced her palm on the back of Curtis'' hand. “I don''t want to undergo surgery.”


    She was afraid of the operation. She instinctively felt that her condition would only worsen if she


    underwent surgical intervention.


    “Okay. We''ll do as you wish.” He let go of her and pushed the swing before him.


    Holding the piece of paper with an address written on it, which was given to her by Irina, Sheena


    arrived at Conch Ind by herself.


    “Sheena, I think you must be out of your mind!” Sheena grasped the piece of sticky note and stood


    outside Primrose Mansion''s entrance while muttering to herself, “This is just a diplomatic marriage, yet


    you...”


    She was indifferent toward Jovan initially. However, she started harboring feelings for him after a year


    and a half.


    I must be crazy!


    When Caylie exited the house to clear out the trash, she coincidentally saw Sheena lingering outside


    the gate, seemingly wanting to enter but didn''t dare to do so. Hence, Caylie stepped forward and


    asked, “Miss, may I know who you are looking for?”


    Sheena already nned to leave, but when she heard the voice originating from behind her, she


    stopped in her tracks and turned to look inside the gates. Sheena hesitated briefly before replying, “I''m


    here to look for Jovan Eastbridge.”


    “Jovan Eastbridge?” Caylie frowned and shook her head. “Miss, the person you''re looking for is not


    here.”


    “He''s not here?” Sheena was perplexed. Did Ie to the wrong address?


    She nced down at the sticky note in her hand and asked, “May I ask where is Primrose Mansion?”


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    “This is Primrose Mansion,” Caylie answered.


    Sheena became even more baffled after hearing that. “In that case, who is the owner of this house?”


    “Mr. Bridge,” Caylie responded honestly.


    Bridge? The owner isn''t Jovan, then? Did Irina give me a piece of erroneous information? Amidst her


    confusion, Sheena heard a familiar voice sound from inside the house.


    “Caylie.” A man dressed in pajamas walked out of the living room and was about to inquire Caylie


    about something when he looked up and saw Sheena standing outside the gates. He was momentarily


    taken aback before striding to the middle of the courtyard. “Sheena, what are you doing here? Who told


    you about this ce?”


    Intense displeasure filled his tone. When Sheena met his darkened eyes, she could even clearly sense


    his despisal toward her.


    “Irina told me toe here.” Sheena balled up the sticky note in his fist and stared at Jovan calmly.


    “Mrs. Eastbridge is worried about you because you haven''t returned to the presidential pce in a long


    time. Therefore, Irina informed me of this ce and asked me to check in on you.”


    Jovan fixated his menacing and piercing gaze on Sheena while uttering fiercely, “I suggest you better


    not try anything funny!”


    “Try something funny?” She nced at Primrose Mansion''s facade and gestured at the building. “My


    brother helped you select thisnd when you were looking to purchase a plot to construct this


    mansion.”


    A hint of mockeryced her voice as she choked out the words.


    “Your brother?” Jovan wasn''t inclined to have too much interaction with Sheena, but when he heard her


    mentioning her elder brother, Shaun Powell, he straightened his back and took one step forward. “So,


    you''re still aware that he''s your brother!”


    “That''s right. Of course, I know he''s my brother.” She sneered and looked down to wipe away the


    destion glinting in her eyes. “Me, my brother, you, Irina, and Jahan grew up together. Even if I refuse


    to identify him as my brother, you all will never allow it, right?”


    He bore his eyes into her coldly and enunciated, “Sheena, we agreed not to interfere with each other''s


    life. The marriage can proceed, but we''ll continue minding our own businesses. Sheena, you''re an


    intelligent woman. If I were you, I''d try my best to protest against our marriage.”


    “Jovan, I can do nothing to nullify this engagement.” Listening to his speech, she gazed sideways at the


    bushes beside her and happened to notice the swing on a shaded path nearby. She clenched her fists


    and said, “Jovan, don''t forget that you begged me to agree to this marriage.”


    With that, Sheena spun on her heel and left.


    Standing in the courtyard and looking at her retreating figure, Jovan reached out to pat his chest as a


    heart-wrenching pain erupted within him all of a sudden.


    His voice echoed in his mind. Sheena, what if we... I''m trying to ask if we can engage in a fake


    marriage. Once the situation stabilizes and you wish to leave the marriage, I''ll definitely return you your


    freedom.


    Jo, we are only connected because of this transactional engagement. We may put on an act, but once


    we decide to engage in this diplomatic marriage, we may lose the say in determining our own fate


    when we wish to leave each other to pursue our true love in the future.


    Caylie watched as Sheena walked away until thetter disappeared from her vision. When she turned


    around, she saw Jovan, ashen-faced, half-kneeling on the ground. “Mr. Bridge, what''s wrong?”


    Jovan covered his chest with one hand while propping the other against the floor. His face was


    worryingly pale. “Help me into the house.”


    Caylie supported Jovan and carefully brought him into the mansion.


    Panting heavily, he leaned against the couch and pointed at his bedroom on the second floor. “Go and


    retrieve my medicine. Bring over the ck bottle in the left bedside cab inside my bedroom.”


    “Okay,” Caylie replied and quickly headed toward the second-floor bedroom inrge strides.


    She found a ck medicine bottle in the drawer of the left bedside table. Just as she was about to


    leave, Caylie noticed a transparent blue bottle ced at one side from the corner of her eyes. She


    could vaguely see something moving inside, and the sight crept her out.


    Caylie feared small, soft invertebrates the most, so she couldn''t help but shudder. Holding the ck


    medicine bottle, she shut the drawer, hastily exited the bedroom, and bolted downstairs.


    Caylie handed the medicine to Jovan. Then, she poured him a ss of warm water. After witnessing


    him consuming the medicine and ensuring he was fine, she turned around to return to the backyard via


    the main hall.


    Jovan leaned against the back of the couch and stared at the medicine bottle on the coffee table. He


    shut his eyes weakly, and Rayna''s countenance immediately surfaced within his mind.


    Her every move, her enchanting smile, and some memories that didn''t seem to belong to him flooded


    his mind.


    Jefferson Hamilton. Your name is Jefferson Hamilton.


    No, I''m not.


    Two different voices resonated in his head.


    Jo, Jo. Wake up. Hold on a little longer. The rescue team will be here soon. Hang in there. Sheena''s


    wails resounded in his head. He also seemed to hear another person crying loudly. How could he die?


    He won''t die!


    Save him. I''m telling you to save him at all costs! Sheena''s voice repeatedly reverberated in Jovan''s


    mind. He finally jolted back to reality when he heard the doorbell ringing at the mansion''s entrance.