Ex-Husband’s Love Dilemma

Chapter 53

Those words were directed at Lloyd, who immediately let go once he caught on.

“Alright, I won’t run. My bad. Lloyd uttered with a quirk to his lips.

Cassandra was stunned, her cheeks flushing subconsciously when she realized that Orlando was referring to Lloyd’s hand, which was gripping her arm.

Rebecca reacted as well with the stiffening of her face, her formerly indifferent expression turning

sour.

Lloyd narrowed his eyes slightly. “Well, since your wife is here now, I guess there’s rio need to trouble us anymore?”

Orlando offered no response to his question.

“Rebecca. I’m certain you haven’t eaten yet, right? Come on, I’ll accompany you to grab a bite. Besides, you should have some rest. Leave the rest here to Cassandra,” Lloyd added,

At that, Rebecca paused. She subconsciously shifted her gaze to Orlando on the hospital bed, who remained silent.

Is that what he thinks, too?‘ she mused while pursing her lips and whispering, “I’ll stay behind to care for Landy. After all, I’m the reason he’s injured in the first place. I will feel bad if Cassandra takes my place.”

Rebecca intentionally mentioned Orlando getting injured on her behalf for Cassandra’s sake. It was so she’d understand that he would sacrifice his life for Rebecca and give up her advances.

Much to her frustration, Cassandra didn’t spare her a glance the entire time. However, Rebecca couldn’t let her emotions show with Orlando present.

“Cassandra, are you mad at me?” Rebecca clenched her fists. I’m terribly sorry. It was all my fault, so please don’t blame Landy. He wouldn’t have met a car accident and ended up in such a state if not for me. I would willingly switch places with him and be the one lying here if given the choice. Cassandra, could you please cease your anger? I’ll take care of everything.

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“And how exactly do you plan to do so? Am I supposed to run you over with a car so you become hospitalized like Lloyd, or expect you to bear full responsibility by allowing the Quinn family to exact revenge on you? While you keep claiming that you’re in the wrong, do you have any clue in what way exactly? You should have kept your mouth shut If you were truly penitent. Nonetheless, I can help if you’re genuinely guilt–ridden by instructing someone to inflict wounds all over your body. I’m sure that would free you of your guilt, right?” Cassandra’s words were harsh, her eyes shards of ice as they glared at Rebecca.

The whole sick ward immediately fell silent becoy of that.

Rebecca was so aggrieved that her eyes turned red, weling with tears that threatened to fall.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Cassandra had already looked away from her in distaste. Thus, Rebecca could only train her gaze on Orlando and whisper, “Landy, I…”

“Let’s go, Rebecca. Come, accompany me while I get some food. You’ve been busy all day.” Lloyd cut Rebecca off as he stepped forward and pulled her arm, leading her out.

The atmosphere in the ward resumed peacefulness once the door was shut agairt,

Orlando and Cassandra exchanged glances, neither willing to be the first to break the silence.

The awkward situation persisted for several minutes, whereby Orlando’s unwavering gaze remained trained on her face the entire time. “Are you upset that I asked you to come? The emotion behind his baritone voice was indecipherable.

“No,” Cassandra pursed her lips and answered faintly.

“If not, why didn’t you come back yesterday? Cassandra. have you forgotten who you are?” he questioned.

Cassandra retorted, “What do you mean by that?”

Orlando frowned and replied, “We are married. Instead of waiting for your other half to wake up, you left the hospital straight after my surgery. Aren’t you worried that I will remain unconscious forever?”

Cassandra couldn’t stand his piercingly stony eyes on her and shifted her gaze.

“I was awake the entire night and slept late after returning home Inst night. You have Taylor to keep you company here. I also inquired about your condition with the hospital and learned you regained consciousness. That’s why I didn’t return. Besides. isn’t Ms. Spencer here with you? Since she was the reason you got hurt, I assumed you wanted to see her more than me.” Her tone was light.

“Are you

mad? Orlando ventured.

He observed her face. The sarcasm behind her words was clear as day, although she sounded perfectly normal.

Cassandra chuckled mildly. “Orlando, do you think I should be mad?”

His brows furrowed as he continued staring at her.

“You claim that we’re married, yet my supposed husband met with a car accident while looking for another woman at midnight during a storm. Wouldn’t you be angry if our roles were reversed?” she questioned rhetorically.

Orlando’s face visibly turned cold and he subconsciously moved to sit up. Alas, his drastic movement pulled at his wound.

His features scrunched into a rictus. “Ouch!”

Cassandra still couldn’t bear to see him hurt and instantly stepped forward to hold him down. “Don’t move.”

While the air in the ward was filled with the pungent scent of disinfectant, Rebecca’s light and refreshing fragrance invaded his senses, enthralling him like never before.

He stared intently at her grim face. Rebecca’s hands were pressing down on his shoulders, and the distance between them was almost non–existent.

“Cassandra, are you jealous?” he asked hoarsely.

“Not at all.” There was no hesitation in Cassandra’s response.

He went on. “Why did you react so strongly just now not for jealousy?”

Cassandra wondered to herself, ‘As in my reaction to Rebecca?‘

She said, “I’m only telling the truth. After all, we are still husband and wife, I also signed your surgical consent form.

Orlando’s eyes flickered, his expression calm. “Since we are married, I should exercise my right as a husband, then. Please feed me the oatmeal”

He didn’t feel embarrassed in the least.

Although he didn’t sound authoritative, he would not be turned down.

Cassandra was slightly taken aback. She regarded his handsome face before her that had scrape wounds on his cheeks and couldn’t help feeling pity since he had difficulty with his mobility.

At last, she had no choice but to feed him mouthful by mouthful.

Both of them didn’t say a word the entire time.

Orlando automatically said after the meal, “Cassandra, the car accident was just something that happened by chance. There was poor visibility on the road as it was raining heavily. In addition, I was speeding. That was why it happened.”

Cassandra paused slightly, the gears in her mind turning. What does he mean by this? Is he hoping that I stop accusing Rebecca?! guess this means that he does indeed love her. She pursed her lips.

Despite that, she refused to respond to him.

“Don’t be angry, okay?” Orlando said with his voice lowered, and his tone softened.

Cassandra looked into his eyes and pinned him with a silent question, ‘Do you love her so much? To the point of begging for mercy despite lying in the hospital bed yourself?”

She was convinced that Orlando’s lengthy explanation was out of fear that she tell him to Peter.

“Orlando, you told Grandpa Peter that our divorce will affect the reputation and interests of the Quinn Group. I’ve thought things through carefully. Our divorce would surely be a secret like our marriage. As long as you will it, even today’s incident will be unbeknownst to Grandpa Peter and the others. Thus, what’s the difference if we divorce?” Cassandra queried.

Orlando looked aloof as he bit out icily, “Pray tell how they’re the same?”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only