Mysterious Little Wife

Chapter 11 She’d Been Trapped!

Lillianna?

The way his low, seductive voice called out the name melted the hearts of all women.

......

Yet it struck her with dread, like the whisper of death, "It's time."

Subconsciously, Lacey reached out and pushed Sam away.

"Thud." She then fell to the ground.

At that precise moment, the lift opened with a ding.

Instead of crying out in pain, she instinctively stood up and rushed out.

She had to run as far as she could!

"Ah—" Just as Lacey got out of the lift, her world took a 180-degree turn. "Thud." She was plastered

against the wall.

After that, a tall figure appeared in her line of sight.

Lacey was startled. She tried to escape as best she could.

However, Sam's hand was already leaning against the wall, one step ahead.

Then he leaned on her more.

Lacey was awestruck.

She'd been trapped!

Sam's obsidian eyes gazed deeply into her face. Leaning close to her ears, he asked, "Who are you?"

Lacey's breath caught in her throat. Her hand, ready to push him away, stopped in mid-air.

Did he just ask her who she was?

Lacey lifted her gaze in shock and looked into Sam's soulless eyes.

She was in a panic at this point.

Why did he ask who she was instead of calling her Lillianna?

Did he see through her?

No, it couldn't be!

She and Lillianna were one of a million rare identical twins. In other words, looking at their faces alone

would not be enough to tell them apart.

Lacey's mind whirled nonstop In just a short period of time.

Just then, Sam lifted her chin. In a chilly and low voice that only the two of them could hear, he

demanded, "Answer me!"

"There was no way he could distinguish me from Lillianna!" Lacey thought, sweating profusely.

Besides, she couldn't let Lillianna know she was here! Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

At this point, Lacey didn't have much choice.

She took a deep breath as if she'd made up her mind.

With a faint smile, her expression grew flirtatious. Even her voice turned coquettish as she said, "Sam,

who else would it be if not for me? Oh, you stop it!"

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Sweat dripped from Lacey's palms.

What was with all the quiet?

Did she address him incorrectly?

Was it not Sam but Sammy instead?

Meanwhile, Sam lifted a grin tinged with deep, terrifying scorn that sent shivers down the spine. "Are

you Lillianna?" He asked.

"Yup, that's me."

Her smile was obviously off.

What was the matter with this guy? Why did he have to give such a chilly smile?

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, eyes skimmed over what she was wearing.

"I—I'm here to visit a friend!" She stood up straight, imitating Lillianna's stance. "I—I didn't want to be

recognized, so I dressed plainly. After all, you have to respect people when you come to the hospital,

right?"

Sam glanced down at her and expressionlessly took her by the waist. "Why are you avoiding me?" He

went on to ask.

Lacey took a deep breath. Her body tensed up.

Was it necessary for him to hold her when he spoke?

A cold sneer surfaced on Sam's lips as he put his arm around her. However, it was immediately

masked by a gentle smile. "What's with you being so stiff? I remember you enjoying my embrace, didn't

you?"

Lacey's knuckles turned white as her hands clenched into fists. She gripped them as hard as her tense

nerves.

"Are you—" As if sensing something, Sam asked.

"Sam!"

Smiling, Lacey cut off his words.

All of a sudden, she stood on her tiptoes and hooked her arms around his neck. In a pouty tone, she

complained, "You're so tall. I can't even reach you on my tiptoes."