Chapter 43
Glinda’s voice was gentle as she said, “Go ahead, dear.”
Wendy nodded and left the room.
Stanley walked to the bedside, and Glinda scolded him sharply, “Why are you back? Get out of here now!”
Stanley gave a small, genuine smile and apologized, “Grandma, I’m sorry, I was wrong.”
Glinda’s tone softened slightly, but she didn’t let him off easily. “I don’t need your apology. The person you really owe an apology to is Wendy!”
Freddy, clearly upset, chimed in, “That’s right, Mr. Hawk! You just ran off with that Jessica. It was Mrs. Wendy who stayed behind to care for Mrs. Glinda when she fainted! It’s like you’ve been adopted, and Mrs. Wendy’s the real family!”
Stanley stood speechless.
“And then you pushed Wendy, and she hit the table! People always say the squeaky wheel gets the grease–don’t think just because Wendy didn’t cry, it didn’t hurt!” Glinda added.
“Mr. Hawk, you really need to use your conscience. You can’t keep treating Mrs. Wendy like this!”
Glinda and Freddy both kept on, criticizing Stanley. He just stood there, silent.
Stanley glanced in the direction Wendy had gone, then said, “Grandma, since you’re okay now, I’ll head back to my room.”
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out.
After Stanley left, Glinda sighed. “Wendy’s such a good girl. How could Stanley be so captivated by Jessica?”
“Mrs. Glinda, when you were unconscious earlier, you were still calling Mr. Hawk’s name. Mrs. Wendy heard you, and then she went to the hospital and brought him back. Even though she didn’t say anything, I know Mrs. Wendy went to the hospital to get him. Mrs. Wendy is so perceptive–she didn’t want there to be any distance between the two of you because of her,” Freddy replied
Glinda nodded, touched. She had always known how wonderful Wendy was.
“Wendy has always lacked love, and Stanley… Stanley knows how to love. Wendy knows this, too, which is why she truly loves.
him.”
Stanley had been born with everything–gentlemanly, well–mannered, and excellent at loving. He’d spoiled Jessica to the point where she was now impossible to handle, and it was clear to anyone who paid attention.
Wendy recognized that, which was why she cared for Stanley so deeply.
Yet, that very reason was also why she kept getting hurt.
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“Mrs. Glinda, don’t worry,” Freddy said again. “I believe that one day, Mr. Hawk will love Mrs. Wendy. When that happens, he’ll
love her to death.”
Glinda chuckled softly. “I believe that, too. And I think that day will come soon!”
Back in his room, Stanley found Wendy already out of the shower, dressed in his white shirt and sitting at the vanity, applying her
skincare.
She didn’t look at him as he entered.
Stanley sat on the edge of the bed and called out, “Wendy.”
She didn’t respond.
He undid two buttons on his suit jacket and tried again. “Wendy.”
Still no answer.
She stood up from the vanity, clearly planning to ignore him and head to the bed to sleep. She was acting as though he wasn’t
even there.
But as Wendy tried to pass him, Stanley’s hand shot out and grabbed her delicate wrist. With a gentle pull, she was forced to sit on
his strong thigh.
It hurt.
The muscle in his leg was so firm, so full of raw male power, that when she landed, it felt like her body might split in half.
Wendy winced in pain and struggled. “Let go of me.”
Stanley held her firmly, keeping her seated on his lap. His deep voice was laced with a teasing smile. “Why are you ignoring me?”
