Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1025: Chapter 1025: Is Lyle Westbrook Injured? Chapter 1025: Chapter 1025: Is Lyle Westbrook Injured? Night had fallen in Country W, yet twilight was just setting over T.

Outside a heavily guarded, special VIP room in a T Hospital, a tall, voluptuous beautiful woman coldly glared at the bodyguard blocking her way and parted her red lips to say, “Move aside!”

“I’m sorry, Miss, but no visitors are allowed here,” the duty-bound bodyguard stood in her way, refusing to budge.

The tall beautiful woman’s eyes darkened, ready to erupt in anger, when a man in a business suit stepped out of the ward, surprised at the standoff happening at the door. He greeted the tall woman with familiarity, “Ms. Goldsmith, what brings you here?”

“Lyle Westbrook is injured, isn’t he?” Emilia Goldsmith recognized him as Lyle’s right-hand person. Without bothering with pleasantries, she asked directly.

The man hesitated, “Well… ”

Young Master Lyle’s status was special, and the Westbrook Family was perpetually in turmoil. News of Young Master Lyle’s injury had been kept under wraps. He was unsure how Ms. Goldsmith came to know of it, nor did he know whether he should disclose Young Master Lyle’s condition to her.

After all, the Young Master had always been watchful of Lyle, and if news of Lyle’s serious hospitalization due to injury were to spread now, who knows what trouble the Young Master might stir up.

Emilia watched his hesitation, furrowing her brows. She didn’t beat around the bush and said straightforwardly, “Is there anything you find inconvenient to tell me? After all these years, you do know how I feel about Lyle Westbrook, don’t you? Even if the whole world were against him, I could never harm him!”

The man didn’t expect her to be so forthright with her words. After a moment of stunned silence, he made up his mind and had the bodyguard at the door step aside, “Ms. Goldsmith, Young Master Lyle is indeed injured. He was in a car accident…”

A flash of anxiety swept through Emilia’s eyes. She immediately grabbed his shoulder, disregarding the decorum and pride that befit a high-society socialite, and asked in an urgent voice, “He had a car accident? How is he?”

“Fortunately, he was brought to the hospital in time. Young Master Lyle is fine, he just lost a lot of blood and has been unconscious for two days. He just woke up, Ms. Goldsmith, would you like to see him?”

“Is he still awake?” Of course, Emilia wanted to see the man she had been pining over, but she was more worried about his health.

The man nodded, “Young Master Lyle is awake.”

“Then I’ll go in and see him.” Emilia let go of his shoulder, took a deep breath, and managed to regain some of her usual poise. She turned the doorknob and entered.

The door clicked open.

She walked in and immediately saw the man propped up by pillows, leaning against the bed.

It had been over half a year since she’d last seen him. Just like when they met half a year ago, even in such a disheveled state, the man still exuded an air of calm and nonchalance. His face, seemingly that of an angel fallen to earth, was yet wrapped in a cool and distant aura, giving one the impression that while he seemed within reach, his heart would forever remain untouchable.

Emilia’s beautiful eyes grew intense.

Memories from half a year ago began to resurface.

Back then, under the influence of alcohol, she knocked on his door, hoping to seize a chance. She was rejected, and unable to swallow her pride, she hadn’t contacted him in half a year. To think that her not reaching out to him meant he wouldn’t contact her either, for a whole half-year. And yet, she was the one who couldn’t bear it any longer. Hearing about his injury, she had flown over on a private jet overnight…

Emilia herself felt spineless, but when faced with love, how many people can truly claim to be strong-willed?