Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1028: Chapter 1028: If You Refuse, Do It Completely Chapter 1028: Chapter 1028: If You Refuse, Do It Completely The answer she received was a stretch of silence.

Emilia Goldsmith stared at him unblinkingly, refusing to look away, and said defiantly, “Why won’t you speak? I’ve liked you for so long, and now you tell me that you like someone else. Just because I’ve liked you for such a long time, at least I deserve to know who the other person is, who I’ve lost to, don’t I?”

Lyle Westbrook’s peach blossom eyes showed a hint of helplessness, his rose-colored thin lips parted slightly, and he still responded to her, “Emilia, you haven’t lost.”

Those few words, and Emilia Goldsmith’s eyes quickly reddened, her tears almost spilling over. But she held them back, forcing them down, preserving the last bit of dignity of the socialites, “I haven’t lost not because I won, but because in your heart, I never even had the chance to compete, right? So, when you say I haven’t lost, it’s because there never was a win or lose!”

From the beginning, she was never the one he liked, so this wasn’t even a race. From start to finish, to him, she was just a familiar face in the audience.

Emilia Goldsmith pursed her lips tightly, her heart aching so intensely that she struggled to breathe. She tried to appear less disheveled and glared at the man in the hospital bed, word by word, “Since you won’t say who it is you like, I refuse to believe that there’s someone you like! Lyle Westbrook, remember this, I, Emilia Goldsmith, like you! Until you are with someone, I will keep chasing you, until I get you! I won’t give up!”

“Emilia…” Lyle Westbrook was just about to speak.

But Emilia Goldsmith cut him off, “It’s good to see you’re alright, I still have a business deal to discuss, so I should go. We can talk some other time.”

Having said that, she hurried to leave.

As she reached the door of the hospital room, she suddenly stopped, fell silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your injury a secret, I won’t let your brother find out.”

This time, after she finished speaking, she really left.

Lyle Westbrook watched her disappearing figure, his head throbbing unbearably as he withdrew his gaze and pressed a hand against his forehead, beset by an unprecedented headache.

Just then, the hospital room door was pushed open.

The man who had let Emilia Goldsmith in looked at him curiously, then quickly lowered his head and said, “Young Master Lyle, Ms. Goldsmith has left the hospital. Should we have someone keep an eye on her? So that she doesn’t disclose the news of your injury.”

“No need,” Lyle Westbrook quickly lifted his head, reverting to his usual indifference.

Although the man did not understand what had happened in the hospital room, seeing Ms. Goldsmith’s slightly red eyes as she left, and Young Master Lyle’s obviously troubled mood, he knew that whatever had transpired in the room was far from pleasant.

As he was wildly guessing what could have happened, the man on the hospital bed suddenly spoke up, “Don’t let her come in so easily next time.”

Now that he had come to terms with his own feelings, he didn’t want to give Emilia Goldsmith false hope; he had to be thorough in his refusal.

“Young Master Lyle means… Ms. Goldsmith?” The subordinate was extremely surprised.

Hadn’t Young Master Lyle always been on good terms with Ms. Goldsmith?

“Yes, her,” Lyle Westbrook gave him a firm answer, “In the future, if she wants to see me, just tell her I’m not here.”

“…Yes,” the subordinate, though confused, responded respectfully.

The furrowed brows of Lyle Westbrook relaxed, he looked up, and suddenly turned to the man, “…Enna.”

He paused, then switched to a name that others could understand better, and asked, “The person who came to the hospital with me that day, where is she now?”