A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage (reese and hudson)

Luther finally let out a long-awaited sigh of relief, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and exhaustion: "Thank you, doctor."

Mariel's gaze shifted toward him, a hint of determination in her eyes: "While you navigate the hospitalization procedures, I'll stay here with her."

Luther gave a subtle nod.

Reese's time in a comatose state turned out to be relatively brief; she emerged from her unconsciousness shortly after being brought out of the emergency room. Her eyes blinked open, only to find Mariel perched beside her hospital bed, engrossed in her mobile phone.

The discomfort from the wounds on her body prompted a soft, involuntary hiss from Reese's lips: "Miss Chase."

Mariel swiftly abandoned her phone, concern evident in her expression as she looked at Reese: "Are you awake? How are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort?"

Reese noticed her nervous tone, she shook her head slightly: "It's bearable. Why are you here?"

Rolling her eyes playfully, Mariel retorted: "Well, when I was driving, I happened upon quite the dramatic car accident scene. You were being cradled by some guy, and I swear I almost had a heart attack. Both he and I rushed you to the hospital immediately. Thankfully, you're okay. Otherwise, I'd be carrying a massive load of guilt right now."

Reese's smile persisted, though she remained silent, feeling a trace of weariness settle in.

eyebrow and continued: "Oh, by the way, what's the story behind that handsome hunk who held you as if

glance from Reese met Mariel's

of

academic years, and his identity remained unknown to many. Moreover, his frequent travels abroad over the

further: "His name is Luther Van

looked at Reese in a careless manner and

found herself momentarily taken aback, before a warm smile graced her features: "I appreciate the

into a playful pout: "Let's drop the formalities, shall we? Consider me your

declaration, a mix of surprise and bemusement crossing her features: "Miss Chase, do you make friends

to darken: "What's this? You don't want to

chuckle, her voice tinged with a teasing tone: "Well, now that

hadn't quite anticipated Mariel's candid approach; the offer had

shade of seriousness, her tone bordering on genuine concern: "So you are finding fault with me, then? Pray, tell me, in what way am I lacking? Why wouldn't you want to be my

not about disliking you; it's just that we

your character, and that's reason enough for me. As for the rest, we'll take it one step

of playful sarcasm lacing her words: "I'm guessing your communication skills were fine-tuned by your gym teacher, were they not? You say things with such confidence that I dare not correct you, but I must admit, while I understand your point, you've certainly