Destined by One Night: The CEO's Pursuit

Chapter 100

Malcolm closed his eyes in pain. When Julian walked upstairs, he saw Malcolm's expression.

Julian narrowed his eyes. "What happened to him?

Marilyn's words provoked him?

Was Marilyn injured? Who was he showing such pain to?"

Julian scoffed.

He walked to Malcolm. Malcolm, who had his head lowered, saw Julian and instantly restrained his emotions.

He stood up and took the clothes from Julian's hand. Without saying anything, he walked into the ward.

"A weirdo," Julian cursed in a low voice and sat down on the bench to rest. He was exhausted every day.

Malcolm entered the ward, and Denise and Marilyn looked at him.

He glanced at Denise indifferently and walked to Marilyn quickly. His tone was neither fast nor slow, "Lynn, Julian bought the clothes. Go and change your clothes first."

Marilyn stood up, took the clothes from his hands, and smiled at him. "Mr. Lowe, thank you. You can go back first!"

She chased him away again. Hearing that, Malcolm frowned again.

"Go and change first." With that, he turned and left the ward.

Marilyn looked at his stubborn back and had a helpless expression.

She turned back and said to Denise, "Denise, I will be back soon. If you are not feeling well, call the doctor."

Denise shook her head and said with a smile, "I'm fine. But may I ask your name?"

"Marilyn. You can call me Lynn too. Everyone calls me that." After Marilyn finished speaking, she went to the bathroom in the ward. This was a double-room ward, and the bathroom was very small.

But for Marilyn at the moment, to have such a bathroom was already a gift from the heavens.

When Julian heard Denise asking for Marilyn's name, he instantly bounced up. Seeing Malcolm come out, he lowered his voice and asked, "So Ms. Chapman, who doesn't even know the woman, plunged into the river to save her?"

Malcolm nodded indifferently.

Julian glared and sat down again. "Hero. A superhero..."

Julian muttered to himself, "Marilyn simply didn't want to live anymore. When she was in the river, did she ever think about her two precious sons that made people jealous?"

Malcolm sat down with a tired face and said, "Go back and rest. I'll wait here for Lynn."

Julian looked at him from the side and said in a low voice, "Malcolm, we live in the same house. Am I still human if I throw you here?" He thought in mind, "I have always been loyal.

If I just arrive home and he calls me to come back and pick him up, it will be really hard for me.

If I go back now, I will sleep soundly like a dead pig soon.

If he calls me and I don't receive his call, he will scold me to death."

The three friends were always tolerant of Malcolm.

Seeing that Julian wasn't leaving, Malcolm didn't say a word and just sat there coldly.

Julian shook his head helplessly. "Marilyn, you're Malcolm's medicine!"

If Marilyn was happy, Malcolm would live in the honey. If Marilyn was sad, Malcolm would live a life worse than death.

In love, whoever falls in love first would lose.

A charming figure flashed through Julian's mind.

He sighed heavily in his heart. "Why did I think of Jeannie whenever I closed my eyes recently?"

Julian slowly shook his head to wake himself up. "Am I also possessed like Malcolm?"

Malcolm suddenly stood up and left.

Julian glanced at his back and did not speak.

Not long after, Malcolm came back with a plastic bag. And just at this time, Marilyn came out of the bathroom.

She carried her dirty clothes out and threw them.

It had to be said that Julian was very considerate. He had bought her a white dress which was stylish with a hollow design. When Marilyn wore it, she looked fresh and lovely.

She had just taken a bath and her hair was still a little wet. But it did not affect her beauty, and her body was filled with the fragrance of body wash.

Malcolm approached her. A refreshing fragrance greeted him. His lips curled up and he was in a pleasant mood.

Seeing that they had yet to leave, Marilyn felt rather helpless.

She threw the clothes into the trash can at the side and looked at Malcolm. Just as she was about to speak, Malcolm spoke,

"Lynn, sit down first. I will help you with your injury." His low and mellow voice was especially pleased to hear and stroke straight at Marilyn's heart.

Marilyn was slightly stunned. Malcolm looked at her with a gentle expression. His charming eyes looked at her as if he was looking at the whole world of himself.

Such a sudden thought made Marilyn alert.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head. "Mr. Lowe, give it to me, and I can do it myself."

She refused Malcolm's help directly. Malcolm's thin lips were pursed, and his face looked much colder. His eyes were filled with a murderous aura that made people tremble with fear.

Marilyn was shocked. She had always been confident, but suddenly she became nervous. She wondered, "Am I wrong? Malcolm seems to be very angry."

Without any explanation, Malcolm stretched out his slender and good-looking palm and pulled her to sit on the bench at the side.

He glared at Julian. Julian knew what Malcolm meant and instantly stood up speechlessly. He gave the bench to them. The third wheel like him should disappear at the moment.

Malcolm took out the disinfectant and a cotton swab and looked at the injury on Marilyn's forehead.

He said, "Lynn, it might hurt a little. Bear with it."

Marilyn could only nod helplessly. She did not know what had happened to Malcolm. Even if he was concerned about his subordinates, he should not be considerate like this.

While Marilyn was puzzled, the sterilized cotton swab had touched her forehead.

In an instant, a piercing pain spread through her entire body. The injury on her forehead was torn with blood. It was very painful.

Her slight frown softened Malcolm's movements.

Driven by curiosity, Marilyn looked up at Malcolm's handsome and cold face. He became so gentle and careful at this moment, and her heart was beating fast.

She cursed in her heart, "This damn gentleness!"

Indeed, Marilyn had never seen Malcolm so gentle since she knew him.

The wound on his forehead was almost healed, but there were light pink scars.

Malcolm treated the injury on her forehead and asked, "Lynn, are there any other injuries?"

"No, no more!" Marilyn quickly shook her head. She suddenly felt that the atmosphere was very strange.

She was still injured. The injury on her knee was even more serious than the injury on her forehead. When she was bathing just now, she looked at it and saw that there was a big cut.

Julian, standing to the side, looked down at them and noticed the bloodstains on Marilyn's dress.

"Marilyn was lying through her teeth."