Chapter 400
Chapter 400 A Promise Earned
Donahueiel was stimted by J’s attitude which waspletely different
from when she saved him. He subconsciously looked up at her.
“Can you raise the bed for me? It’s hard to talk like this.”
His long limbs were cramped and ufortable in the hospital bed.
J obliged, adBeacherg the bed to a morefortable position.
The mechanical creaking of the bed echoed through the ward, grating like a dull knife against the ss.
Donahueiel licked his dry lips, about to speak.
J let go of
the handle and beat him to it. “There are some things I won’t discuss, but you’ll find out soon enough.”
She continued with a businesslike attitude, “Beacher is responsible for what happened today, and I’ll ap
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ologize on his behalf. The Webster Group’s crisis is also tied to the Smedley family. If there’s anything I
can do to make amends, just say the word.”
Though she was reluctant, J had a strong sense of responsibility. It was her principle.
Besides, the victim was Donahueiel. She didn’t want to owe him anything.
Donahueiel touched the gauze on his head and suddenly smiled.
“It looks like I’ve benefitted from this.” He looked up at the woman sitting
before him in her suit. Her eyes glinting with coldness immediately captivated
him. He suddenly itched to seize the opportunity to start over.
She didn’t have to get back together with him. All that he needed was a chance
to court her again. However, it was something else that came out of his mouth.
“Stay and take care of me for a few days.”
Donahueiel saw J frown and quickly exined, lest she refuses.
“There are a lot of things to handle in thepany. Alfred has to be there
filling in my ce, and no one will be here taking care of me.
He put his hand on his forehead and winced as a wave of pain from the
concussion washed over him.
J struggled to contain her anger andughed.
“What kind of care do you need? Feeding? Bathing? Chatting? Toilet
assistance?”
Enduring his dizziness, Donahueiel leaned back against the head of the bed
and nced at J’s tender hands. His heart skipped a beat, and he said
without much consideration.
“If it’s personal care, that would be best…”
“What kind of fantasy are you living in?”
J snapped, which instantly brought Donahueiel back to reality.
“Did you hurt your hand or your foot? All that you need is to stay in the
hospital for observation for a few days, and you want me to take care of you?
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I’ll find you a nurse, or you’ll take care of yourself.”
Her tone was icy and her impatience with Donahueiel was clear on her face.
Donahueiel’s burrows were knitted together. He just wanted more chances to be near J, not someo
ne to wait on him hand and foot.
“I don’t need a nurse. I’m notfortable with strangers near me.‘
J snorted and pulled up a chair. She sat down and gave him a stern nce.
Donahueiel gave a wry smile and backed down.
“Let me participate in your racing club project with Nigel.”
J looked at him seriously, her gaze seeming to prate his thoughts.
For the second time, Donahueiel brought up the project. Previously, J had merely assumed he’d m
eat to undermine it.
But now, his earnest tone left her questioning his true intentions.
It was undeniable that the Webster family boasted a long and storied history. Their
circle consisted of aristocratic friends and rtives, and Donahueiel was the sole heir to this prestigious
lineage.
She had to concede that his experience and connections surpassed her own and Nigel’s. Allowing Don
ahueiel to join could prove more advantageous than detrimental.
J gazed at Donahueiel in a way as if she were trying to read his mind.
She couldn’t shake off the feeling that this foxy businessman harbored hidden
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Donahueiel, unnerved by her scrutinizing stare, pondered for a moment. “The
Webster Group has never dabbled in racing clubs andcks expertise in the
field. However, market trends suggest that racing clubs are a lucrative
opportunity.”
J averted her eyes, her suspicions somewhat ayed.
The Longfellow Group could provide the venue and even professionals. The
Walter Group could supply the cars and maintain the security system, and the
Webster Group could leverage their resources and contacts for a share of the stock. It was a tenuous b
ut usible arrangement.
Her fear wasn’t that Donahueiel had an ulterior motive. It was that he might
have none at all, leaving her to wonder what he truly desired.
J let out a sigh of relief. “I’ll think about it.”
Her attitude softened, and Donahueiel felt relieved. Even the dizziness seemed
to subside a little.
J stood up, grabbed her bag, and prepared to leave.
Desperate to keep her from leaving, Donahueiel grabbed her wrist and stared
at her with ardent eyes.
“Where are you going?”
J broke free from Donahueiel’s grip and held up her phone screen to the bridge of his nose.
“Look at the time. I’m going home to sleep.”
Donahueiel became anxious and grabbed J’s backpack strap.
“What if something happens to you when you leave?”
J tried to break off Donahueiel’s fingers and pull back the strap.
“Let go.”
“No.”
“I’ll say it again, let go!”
“No!”
J’s temples throbbed, and her hair was about to stand on end. She never knew that Donahueiel wa
s such a rogue.
Before J could lose her temper, Donahueiel rested his forehead on his
hand and grimaced in pain. He looked quite painful as he endured the sickness.
“I suffered a serious injury and lost a lot of blood. What if I faint in the middle of the night?”
J stared at Donahueiel’s clear, bright eyes and then looked down at his hand that was grasping the
strap of her bag. She had the urge to knock him
out.
“You won’t die from such a minor injury, but I care more about my reputation. A man and a woman stayi
ng in the same room in the middle of the night? Mr. Webster, do you want to hit the headlines again?”
When Donahueiel heard J bring up the old story again, he couldn’t help but defend himself. “I just h
elped her out, nothing else!”
Unexpectedly, J didn’t care about his exnation at all but pulled back her
bag.
“That’s not my problem, and I’ve already found someone to take care of you.”
With that, she headed out and opened the door.
“Sigh…”
A person stumbled in and kneeled on the ground like a frog.
J stood with her arms crossed and waved at the man on the bed with a
polite smile before she stepped over the visitor and walked away.
Alfred scrambled to his feet and awkwardly rubbed his hands together.
He hadn’t wanted to interrupt the two but had only eavesdropped through the
crack in the door.
But J had caught him and opened the door suddenly, causing him to lose
his bGilbertce and fall inside.
A gust of cold air hit him, making Alfred shiver.
Thinking the temperature was set too low, he turned to look for the air
conditioner but froze at the sight of Donahueiel’s sullen face.
It wasn’t the air conditioner that was making the room cold. It was his boss.
For the first time, he felt that a resentful husband was even worse than a
resentful wife.
“Who sent you here?”
Donahueiel’s words came out through gritted teeth, each one making Alfred feel like he was being skin
ned alive.
“Ms. Longfellow. She called me,” Alfred replied, unable to look up.
“She called you, and you came?”
Donahueiel’s whisper was like an invisible hand choking Alfred’s throat.
Alfred wanted to cry but had no tears. He had been genuinely concerned for Donahueiel’s well–
being and hadn’t thought it through. Who knew that his
boss would be so weak in front of his wife and turn into a ruthless shark in
front of him?
It was a sleepless night. In the ward, Alfred endured the coldness emitted by
Donahueiel and silently prayed that he would not catch a cold.