Pampered by My Secret Husband

William Guillen cupped her face, his brow furrowed with worry as he asked in a slightly hoarse and deep voice, ”What’s the matter, is your body uncomfortable somewhere?”

”No, it’s not...”

Fluffy Zane was still immersed in Sophie Sullivan’s words, unable to snap out of it. Suddenly seeing William Guillen, her thoughts felt exposed, and she shrank her neck in embarrassment, instinctively avoiding his gaze.

”Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” William Guillen was still not reassured, he felt that she looked as if something was indeed wrong.

”Nothing’s wrong.”

Fluffy Zane gradually shook her head.

William Guillen absentmindedly nodded and sat on the chair by the bed, ”Have you taken the medicine?”

Fluffy Zane still nodded, showing an unwillingness to talk.

”Take the medicine and rest well, I’ll keep you company here.”

He’s here to keep her company?

This was something Fluffy Zane had once wished for, but now that it was happening for real, she felt nothing but anxious and uncomfortable.

”No need... you don’t need to stay with me, I’ll be fine on my own.”

”I feel reassured just looking at you.”

He feels reassured just seeing her.

Even now, William Guillen closed his eyes and could still recall the scene of her falling into a pool of blood.

The blood smell seemed to linger right under his nose, refusing to disperse.

That image seemed to be frozen in time, her lying motionless and silent in the pool of blood.

William Guillen raised his hand, pressing his brow, ”Rest, I promise not to disturb you.”

Fluffy Zane: ”...”

Your presence is the biggest impact on me.

Her body was still very weak, ultimately unable to resist the drowsiness, and she soon fell asleep.

Listening to her steady and light breathing, William Guillen helped her lay down, making sure she found a comfortable position on the pillow.

How much strength was hidden within that frail body to push him away at such a crisis moment?

William Guillen didn’t know...

Perhaps he would never know...

...

Country F.

Since that night when Cecilia Branford was attacked by mice in Lucifer’s manor, she had been resting peacefully inside the Onassis Old Castle.

While recuperating, she had also become much more low-key.

Lucifer learned that the impostor wanted to completely remodel Cecilia Branford’s bedroom, and he merely sneered contemptuously. The impostor indeed could not sit still any longer.

She wanted to claim everything of Cecilia Branford’s.

But she failed to realize, could she be worthy just by herself?

”Your Highness, what do you think about handling this matter?” Leo handed a document in front of Lucifer.

Lucifer opened the file, glanced at it, and his eye color darkened, ”Cecilia’s property isn’t that easy to transfer.”

He snorted coldly, ”Overestimating oneself!”

Now the impostor is scheming to transfer Sophie Sullivan’s property, thinking that bit by bit, it wouldn’t attract attention.

Little does she know, everything is under Lucifer’s surveillance.

Her little tricks can’t escape Lucifer’s eyes.

”Your Highness, should we let the impostor be or...?” Leo can’t decide on this matter by himself, he must consult with him.

”Have the bank keep an eye on it, block her where possible. If not, create any excuse to block her for me.”

Leo understood Lucifer’s intention, allowing the impostor to flaunt under Miss Cecilia Branford’s identity was already the limit.

If she overestimated herself and wanted to seize Miss Cecilia Branford’s property, it was simply wishful thinking!

”Yes, Your Highness, I understand what to do.”