A Crazy One-night Stand

In the days that Alina was hospitalized, Wilson stayed in the hospital every day.

She cared about him, cared about him, and spoiled him.

He had forgotten about his work.

Alina felt a bit apologetic. After all, their current relationship was indeed a bit awkward.

She smiled and said, "Well, in fact, I'm fine. It's true. Bill also said that I'm just slightly injured. It doesn't matter. You can go back to work!"

Wilson refused. "I'll guard you here!"

He lowered his head and cut an apple with a fruit knife in his hand. The apple skin became long like a work of art.

Alina sighed in his heart and said, "Sorry for troubling you." He then closed his eyes to rest.

Although she had prepared mentally and decided to thank the scum for his help in the past and cooperate well with him to get more shares of the Scott Group, she still felt that it was a little difficult to face him face to face. Wilson frowned.

She always felt that something was wrong. How could she be so polite? It seemed that she had been calling him Wilson for the past few days and had never called him husband. She didn't even call him scum. But why? "Is it because work is too tiring? Or something else?"

It seemed that he had heard from Rosalie that women would be in a bad mood for a few days every month and want to lose their temper inexplicably. There was no reason to say so.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Alina seriously, and shouted, "Lina!"

Alina opened his eyes and replied, "Yes."

Wilson asked very seriously, "Are you on your period?"

"Ah, what?" Alina had no idea what Wilson wanted to ask.

Wilson frowned and asked, "Your period!"

"Cough cough..." Alina was choked by his saliva, his face completely red.

Wilson immediately put down the apple and knife in his hand, carefully helped Alina up, put a pillow behind her, and then reached out to smooth her back.

While saying, he said, "Although I don't know much about women, I know that women seem to be in a bad mood for a few days a month. If you are in a bad mood, don't hold it in!"

"I'm not in a bad mood!" Looking at Wilson's serious expression, Alina didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Come on, eat the apple!" Wilson quickly cut the unfinished apple and handed it to Alina.

She was secretly jealous. Wasn't it a few days a month for a woman?

Alina didn't try to put on airs. He took the apple and started munching on it.

Did she act very obviously? No, I don't think so.

After Wilson stayed in the hospital for a few days, he felt that something was wrong. An 'an seemed to be getting more and more polite and distant to him.

"Is it because he didn't catch the murderer who murdered me? Is that true?"

He frowned and reached out to pull Alina's hand out of the quilt. Holding it in his hand, he said softly, "Lina, the person who hit you with the car has been caught, and the person behind the scenes will be caught soon. Don't be angry." "Ah, it wasn't an accident, but rather artificial?" Alina was a bit surprised.

Looking at the expression of Alina, Wilson suddenly felt frustrated. He thought that she was so polite and distant to him because he didn't catch the murderer for her. But according to Lina's words, she didn't even know that the car accident was man-made. How could she be angry because of this?

It was not because of this, but because he was worried about the new signed project and land in Lenon East? It must be.

Wilson's eyes lit up. He felt that he was so smart. He immediately held Alina's hand tightly and said softly, "Lina, don't worry about work. You have a husband. I have already asked Simon to pay for the land in Lenon East."

"Ah? You've already paid? Then I'll transfer the money to you first. I owe you the four million previously, but don't worry, I'll return it to you as soon as possible." After saying that, Alina took out his bag from the bedside table, took out his mobile phone, and transferred the land account from the mobile phone bank to Wilson's personal account.

After receiving the transfer, Wilson's face darkened.

He frowned, suppressed his displeasure, and said patiently, "Didn't we agree not to separate?"

He had always minded the fact that Jing'an wasn't willing to spend his money. When he went to buy clothes last time, he finally managed to convince her. Why did he change his mind now?

Alina raised her bright smile, looked at Wilson, and said seriously, "Later, I thought about it and felt that it would be better to make a decision!"

"In this way, when you need to marry a daughter of a rich and powerful family in the future, it will be more convenient for us to go through the divorce formalities. It will be simpler! We don't owe each other anything!" Wilson felt uncomfortable again and depressed.

He stood up, left the ward, went to the end of the corridor, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it hard.

While thinking about it, she wondered why An 'an was so distant from him.

Did he do something out of line these days that made her misunderstand him?

"No, no, I did!" He sent Monica home.

Therefore, his eyes lit up. He put out the cigarette and strode back to the ward.

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Sitting at the head of the bed, he held Alina's hand in his and explained, "Lina, you know, I'm never good at dealing with women. I'm sorry about Miss Monica. I should have asked the driver to take her home that day. However, I actually have something to tell her that can save her a lot of trouble in the future."

Alina nodded. "Mn, I understand!"

"No wonder she was so dismissive before. Did she want me to tell her not to ruin your show for the time being?"

She felt very depressed.

Alina closed his eyes and said with a smile, "I want to rest."

"Okay, you sleep for a while!" Wilson thoughtfully placed the pillow behind Alina and helped her lie down.

In fact, she was not so weak and her injury was not serious. She had recovered after staying in the hospital for a few days. But Wilson insisted on taking care of her, so she did not refuse.

Even if this was not a sincere day, it would be less and less every day, wouldn't it?

As soon as he thought about it, he felt his heart ache. He couldn't love anymore, quietlan!Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

After leaving the hospital, Alina devoted himself to work. He ran to both sides of Lenon East in J City and tried his best to keep himself busy. In this way, he had no time to think about the matter between him and Wilson. She hired two more farmers to plant more well- managed trees.

Wilson asked Simon to send a few more bodyguards to protect Alina secretly.

After Damon left the country, he seemed to have evaporated from the world. This made Wilson very surprised.

It turned out that the thing against Lina was not as simple as he had imagined.

Of course, he knew that someone like Damon would never be able to hide his ability so well.

Ken knew that Alina's car accident would happen a week later. Alina had been discharged from the hospital.

He was quite scared. He called Alina, who had been on the phone the entire time. He thought that it was likely that he had already been placed on the blacklist by Alina.

He was not angry at all. He rushed to the office to guard it.

Heavenly God didn't let him down. He was finally waiting for Alina to come to work with a pile of drawings. He grabbed Alina and gave him a big fright. "Boss Ken, didn't we already make it very clear before? Return to the bridge, return to the road. There's no debt dispute between us, right?"

"Alina!" Ken's eyes were filled with pain. "I'm sorry!"

Alina raised her lips and smiled. "Mr. Anderson, you don't have to do this. There's nothing right or wrong in the past. No one is sorry for anyone, so there's no need to say sorry!"

"Alina, I'm sorry!" Ken said again.

Alina was extremely helpless. He sighed and said, "If you really want me to say that it doesn't matter, then I'll make it clear. It really doesn't matter. What happened in the past is already in the past. Moreover, my memory really isn't that good. I've already forgotten a lot of things from the past."

Hearing Alina's words, Ken felt more and more distressed. But at the moment, he only cared about two things. First, after the car accident, was she well? Second, Wilson manipulated the rumors that were unfavorable to her behind the scenes. Did she know that?

Ken pulled Alina and said with a serious look, "Alina, I have something to tell you. Let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly, okay?"

Alina frowned and refused. "Mr. Anderson, there really isn't much to talk about between us."

Ken still refused to let go and insisted, "Alina, this matter has nothing to do with our past relationship. It's your business. I think it's necessary for you to know."

Alina Lan was very helpless. It was really not good for her to pull around at the entrance of the project. Moreover, Ken should be a person who could afford to let go. What he did in front of her really surprised her. Maybe there was really something that needed to be made clear in person. Then, let's make it clear in person.

She agreed. "All right. Two hours later, at the Blue Sleeve Cafe!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" Only then did Ken let go of the silence, let out a long sigh of relief, and strode away.

Alina held the drawing and looked at Ken's back, feeling a little sad.

It was all in the past!

Once upon a time, this man had valued her life! Now, seeing him again, she just felt a little regretful and a little sad. She thought that one day, when she saw him again, she would feel nothing at all.

Therefore, everything would pass! One day, she and Wilson would also go there. They would be like strangers, even if they met again on the familiar street. Perhaps, they would not say "Hello" to each other again.

Because at that time, there would be a noble lady standing beside him. She was the well-deserved Mrs. Scott.

With a smile, Alina walked into the design department with the drawings in his arms.

Two hours later.

She made the appointment on time.

Ken had been waiting in the coffee house.

Seeing her walking over, Ken smiled and waved at her, just like they used to be in love.

But she knew that such a young age had disappeared in the long river of history and there was no way to recall it.

She nodded politely, sat down opposite Ken, and greeted him politely, "Mr. Anderson!"

The smile on Ken's face froze for a moment, and then he felt relieved. There used to be such a big misunderstanding. Today, it was good that she could come!

He reached out to call the waiter and said to the waiter, "The orange juice, add some honey!"