My mother thought that marrying into the Owen Family was a high achievement. My mother was a university professor, my father was a middle-level civil servant. While Matteo was a young manager in the Urban Space, he was such a handsome, dashing and capable.

Now, if she knew Matteo and I had a falling out, she would probably not be able to sleep tonight and would force me to marry into the Owen Family tomorrow.

Thinking of this, I quickly packed up and delivered Matteo's necessity to the hospital.

As long as they saw Stanley York tomorrow, they would definitely be satisfied.

Pushing open the door, Lenoir was lying vainly on the hospital bed and Matteo was gently scooping fish soup to feed her.

"One more scoop, okay? The doctor said you're too weak."

I had never seen such a meticulous and patient appearance before.

He should have never forgotten Lenoir in his heart, which was why he showed his most tender side.

His hand gently wiped the corners of her mouth and then licked his fingers with his own mouth.

Lenoir smiled shyly and tapped his chest.

This affectionate scene made my eyes and my throat suddenly felt sore.

I put his things at the door and turned around to leave when Matteo saw me.

He stood up and grabbed me.

"Look at how uncomfortable she is now, please say something soft to ease her mood."

Looking at his expectant gaze, I suddenly didn't want to mistreat myself anymore.

"If you want to please your mistress, just kneel down and apologize to her yourself. Why do you have to drag me to please your mistress?"

He froze for a moment and his face instantly darkened.

"What mistress? Why are you talking so viciously now? I told you I was just helping her, why can't you understand?"

I sneered and pointed at him.

"Help her! Tell me how you help her? Are you on top and she's on the bottom, or do you pounce yourself at each other?"

"Matteo, you shameless, can you please stop treating others as fools?"

In just a second, a slap hit my face and my cheek started to swell and hurt.

A bloody smell filled my mouth.

The room turned silent. Matteo stared at me blankly, lowered his hands helplessly and said, "Jeanette, sorry, I just ... you were so harsh in your words."

He looked at my face, guilt flashing in his eyes.

"The wedding will be held tomorrow. I will apply medicine on you right away." Then he hurried out.

I stared at his back. Since he loved his ex-lover, why was he still thinking about me?

My tears dripped down my cheeks and my face felt hot.

Lenoir, who was now lying on the bed, looked at me with a sneer.

"Jeanette, you've been a licker for a few years and have a bad temper, but a licker is still a licker. If I want him to, he will kick you right away."

She lowered her voice. "Do you know how crazy he is in bed? He moaned excitedly. He said as long as he lives for one day, his life is mine. Not to mention having one child, he can have as many as he wants."

"He has promised me that he will never have a child with you, only ours is his child."

My mind buzzed. No wonder, a few days ago, he wanted to get married to me but not to have children until our career was stable.

My heart ached.

"Lenoir, is that how much you enjoy being a mistress?"

She rolled her eyes at me and said disdainfully, "Mistress? Jeanette, you don't really think you can marry Matteo, do you? He is mine. Even if I can't give him a legal status, I won't let him marry and touch a low-class woman like you. I find it disgusting."

I stared back at her in cold and sarcastic way and understood her wishful thinking.

She was alone and helpless in the Lynch Family. Matteo could not only give her a child, but also help her deal with those old guys.

Not only did she raise a gigolo, she also found a loyal assistant.

As soon as she finished speaking, a strange smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"I'll never allow others to covet my bed."

The next second, she ruffled her hair, poured the remaining fish soup on her head and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Oh, help, don't hit my baby!"

I froze in place.

Before I could open my mouth, a strong force pushed me down from behind, causing my forehead to hit the bedside table with a bang and blood flowed down my forehead into my eyes.

Matteo's eyes were filled with rage.

"Jeanette, you dare to harm my son! I won't spare you!" he said as he picked her up from the ground.

"Lenoir, how are you? Where are you uncomfortable? I'll take you to the doctor right away."

He rushed out the door and his anxious voice echoed in the corridor.

"Doctor, come quickly, someone has fainted!"

I sat on the ground, half of my face was red and swollen and blood flowed into my neck through my tears.

When I watched drops of blood fall onto my arm, I laughed at myself once again.

Well, you're so stupid and pathetic, Jeanette.

Just as I struggled to stand up and prepared to leave, the door slammed open with a loud bang and Matteo anxiously pulled me over.

"Come with me quickly! Lenoir is anemic. You happen to have the same blood type as her. Give her a transfusion right away!"

Without giving me a chance to refute, he grabbed my hand and ran to the Intensive Care Unit or ICU room.

He then pressed me onto a chair as soon as we arrived at the ICU.

"Doctor, give the patient a blood transfusion immediately! She has the same blood type as the patient, so go ahead and draw her blood as much as you need!"

I struggled and questioned, "Matteo, with so much blood in the hospital, why are you using mine? How do you know that my blood type matches hers?"

He replied impatiently, "Of course I asked someone to do some tests. In case Lenoir needs blood for her labor, I have to prepare it in advance."

He quickly took out the laboratory test report.

"Doctor, look, we just ran the test a few days ago and it's more than 90 percent a match."

I looked at the man in astonishment as well as anger. He actually treated me as a backup blood bank of his first love. How much did he not care about me?

I raised my hand to hit him, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Jeanette, stop messing around! As long as you obediently give your blood for Lenoir, I'll forget about you hitting her today and we will continue to hold our wedding tomorrow."

He held my hand and said in a cold tone, "If you insist on messing around, I'll call your parents and ask them to come to the hospital and see what kind of shrewish behavior you have done. Let them go to the wedding tomorrow by themselves."

Looking into his cold eyes, I suddenly smiled.

God was afraid that I would be soft-hearted, so God gave me another lesson.

I opened Matteo's hand expressionlessly.

"Well, just draw as much as you want."

He instantly held me in his arms with a bright and joyful expression.

"Jeanette, I knew you would. You love me so much that you will definitely listen to me."

Tears slowly flowed down my face and bright red blood slowly flowed out of the syringe.

After getting three large bags, he still urged.

"Doctor, shouldn't we draw another bag? The pregnant woman's condition is unstable, so we should prepare in advance."

The doctor frowned and advised.

"Mr. Owen, even if you care deeply about the pregnant woman, you can't ignore this lady's health. 2000cc is already the limit."

Only then did Matteo nod in embarrassment.

The moment the syringe was pulled out, he took the plasma and rushed out, leaving only one sentence.

"You go home and get some rest first. I will be there on time for the wedding tomorrow."

In the morning.

I finally regained my senses after having a rest for a whole night. When the makeup artist arrived, I had already gathered my energy and stood in the living room.

I was going to meet my groom today, so of course, I couldn't be listless.

At ten o'clock, the wedding car took me to the hotel on time.

As for why the groom didn’t come to pick me up, the only word was busy.

It was almost twelve o'clock and the guests began to whisper to each other.

"Why hasn't Matteo come yet?"

"The wedding is not going to be canceled, is it?"

My looked at me anxiously.

"Jeanette, why don't you call and rush Matteo again, the auspicious time is just around the corner?"

I smiled and said calmly, "Mom, the groom will be here in a few minutes, no need to rush him."

My mother nodded and looked at the entrance helplessly.

The moment the clock pointed to twelve, the door slowly opened and a tall figure walked towards me holding a bouquet of flowers.

The sunlight behind him enveloped him in a peaceful halo.

The emcee's voice immediately echoed through the hall.

"Let us congratulate Mr. Stanley York and Ms. Jeanette Evans."

Flower petals were falling from the sky, more and more and the hall was floating in a sea of ​​flowers.

"Jeanette, do you like it? I hope I, as the groom, don't disappoint you."

I looked at his handsome face with a smile. His eyes were particularly bright today.

"Sure, I like it!"

Everyone looked at us in surprise and whispered to each other.

"Wait, what's going on? Isn't the groom Matteo Owen? Why is the groom Stanley York?"

"That's right, Jeanette has been fond of Matteo for several years, how could she suddenly marry someone else?"

At this moment, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open again and Matteo, who had arrived late, stood at the door with Lenoir's arm in arm.

Matteo was wearing a black groom's suit and Lenoir was wearing a white wedding gown. If you didn't know, you would think they were getting married today.

Seeing me holding Stanley's arm and standing side by side, Matteo's face turned pale in an instant and the bouquet in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

The emcee's voice sounded.

"Now please let the groom kiss the bride!"

Under Matteo's incredulous gaze, I took the initiative to stand on tiptoe, hooked my arms around Stanley's neck and gave him a deep kiss.

Matteo's face turned pale instantly. He staggered back a step, his eyes full of disbelief. He stared closely at the hand of me and Stanley holding each other.

"Jeanette, you...."

Just then, his mobile phone started ringing frantically.

"Mr. Owen, I have good news for you. Frederic Lynch, the richest man who has been cooperating with us, has woken up."