The Stunning CEO's Ex-wife

Chapter 4 Too Intimate

Vivian's palm-sized pale face looked so similar to Hermione's.

Hermione couldn't tell the exact similarity. It just looked so familiar at a glance.

One had to look at them a few more times before he could tell them apart.

Hermione observed Vivian carefully and found that her face was more delicate. Vivian had curved and bushy eyebrows, a small nose, and a small mouth. Her facial features implied fragility.

Hermione was more tranquil and calmer than Vivian. And there was something tough about her personality.

It was only at this moment that Hermione realized that she was a substitute for Bryson.

Hermione laughed at herself. No wonder three years ago, Bryson agreed to marry her after glancing at her. This was the reason.

"Bryson, you're here." Vivian's mother, Susannah Rosher, forced a smile and greeted them.

When Susannah glanced at Hermione, her gaze was not very friendly.

Bryson nodded slightly in response.

Susannah walked to the bed and gently patted Vivian's shoulder. "Vivian, Bryson came to see you."

Vivian slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze swept across Hermione's face, but she was not too surprised. It was as if Vivian already knew that they looked alike.

Vivian looked at Bryson with tears in her eyes. She said softly, "Bryson, I didn't try to kill myself. I just couldn't sleep, so I took a few more sleeping pills. My mother made a fuss and insisted on sending me to the hospital to wash out my stomach. It's already so late, and I still have to trouble you and Hermione to make a trip. I'm really sorry."

Susannah's eyes were red as she said, "Did you just take a few pills? You took more than half a bottle. If I hadn't discovered it in time, you would have..."

Susannah covered her mouth and sobbed.

Bryson sat down by the bed and looked down at Vivian. "Don't do such silly things again, OK?" he said in a serious but doting tone.

"OK." Vivian pursed her lips and nodded with tears in her eyes. She looked adorable and pitiful.

Bryson took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. His movements were so gentle, as if he was wiping the most precious porcelain.

His gaze was as soft as water, showing great concern.

Hermione looked at Bryson in a daze.

They had been married for three years, but Bryson had never been so gentle to her.

This was probably the difference between love and indifference.

Although Vivian had abandoned him at his most difficult time, Bryson still loved her.

Perhaps to some men, other than the one that frustrated him, they wouldn't care about any women else, however devoted they were.

Hermione felt sad. She couldn't stay here any longer. "You guys can take your time to talk. I'm leaving."

Hearing this, Bryson turned back and looked at Hermione with an extremely indifferent expression. "You should explain to Vivian before leaving."

Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Ms. Swanson, Bryson and I didn't want to hurt Jamya, so we..."

There was a lump in her throat. Hermione couldn't continue, so she turned around and left.

This was the first time she had disobeyed Bryson, and also the first time she had lost her composure in front of him.

After the door was closed, Vivian said to Bryson, "Bryson, you should go and talk to Hermione. She seems to be angry."

"It's fine. She won't be angry." Bryson was silent for a moment.

"Then she has a really good temper," Vivian said faintly. "I didn't expect Hermione to have such a good temperament. She is gentle and graceful. She is from a small mountain village, and I had thought that she might not be a good match for you."

Bryson frowned and said, "Although she grew up in a small mountain village, her mother and grandmother were teachers. Before her grandfather retired, he was an art restorer in a museum, so her family was a decent family."

"No wonder."

They suddenly stopped talking.

It was quiet for a while.

"Hermione is beautiful and good-tempered. You must love her very much, right?" Vivian said tentatively.

Bryson was looking down at his phone. He was slightly distracted. When he heard the voice, he raised his head and asked, "What did you just say?"

A trace of disappointment flashed through Vivian's eyes. "Bryson, you should drive Hermione home. It's not safe for her to go out alone late at night."

Bryson stood up. "I'll drive her home and then come to see you again."

Vivian said softly, "Go."

Bryson stood up and left.

Vivian's eyes darkened as she watched him leave.

After he left, Susannah said angrily, "Vivian, he finally came to see you. How can you just let him go?"

Vivian frowned. "Don't you see that Bryson is worried? He is here, but he is worried about Hermione. It is better to let him go. If something happens to that woman on her way, Bryson will blame himself. Maybe he will blame me."

Susannah smacked her lips. "You are younger than me, but you are much more prudent."

When Bryson found Hermione, she was almost at the entrance of the hospital.

In the chilly spring wind, her slender and straight figure was like a tree in a painting.

Bryson quickly caught up with her.

Neither of them spoke. They walked side by side, as silent as the dark night.

After leaving the gate, Hermione made a turn. She wanted to wait for a taxi by the roadside.

Bryson grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the parking lot.

They got into the car.

Bryson opened his bag, took out a card from it, and stuffed it into the pocket of Hermione's coat. "I was a little rude tonight. This is a little compensation. The password is your birthday."

Hermione felt a little humiliated.

Maybe in Bryson's eyes, money was enough to make Hermione happy. And he didn't even bother to coax her.

He would only coax Vivian.

Hermione reached into her pocket to take out the card.

Bryson pressed her hand and said in a deep voice, "Take it. Other than money, I can't give you anything else."

Hermione felt that there was something in her heart, and it made her feel unwell.

What she wanted was never his money.

When they were halfway home, Bryson received a call from Jamya.

She said, "Did you not hear what I said? Come back immediately."

"We're almost home," Bryson said casually and hung up the phone.

They arrived at the Gosling's house.

Bryson and Hermione entered the house.

They saw Jamya sitting on the sofa, her face pale but her eyes bright. She looked at them.

"Give me your phone," Jamya said, stretching out her hand.

Bryson took out his phone and gave it to her.

Jamya found Vivian's number and dialed it.

After Vivian answered the call, Jamya said very sternly, "Ms. Swanson, Bryson has got married. Please mind your behavior. Don't call him so often! You broke up three years ago, don't look back, and don't expect Bryson to make up with you!"

Without waiting for Vivian's answer, Jamya hung up the phone and threw it on the table.

Bryson frowned. "Vivian has severe depression. You can't be so hard on her."

Jamya sneered, "Even if she has cancer, it has nothing to do with you. You should be most concerned about your wife!"

Bryson's gaze became a little cold. "Grandma, you..."

Jamya suddenly covered her mouth and coughed violently.

Hermione hurriedly walked over to help her up.

Hermione took Jamya to bed and let her lie down. After comforting her, Hermione returned to the guest bedroom.

She saw that Bryson had just finished a call and was putting his phone on the bedside table.

He was probably coaxing Vivian.

Hermione silently went to the sofa to get a long pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed.

Then she took out a quilt from the wardrobe. One quilt for one person.

Hermione took off her coat, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

It was already three o'clock in the morning. Hermione was really sleepy and even a little dizzy. She didn't think about anything and just wanted to sleep.

Hermione fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

She slept until late in the morning.

When Hermione opened her eyes, she was surprised. She saw a face that was as perfect as a sculpture. Bryson was staring at her.

They were so close that they could hear each other's breath.

Bryson's warm breath brushed past her forehead, his deep eyes were charming and watery.

Hermione was nestled in Bryson's arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and her calves around his legs like branches. The posture was very intimate.

The air was hot and dry at this romantic moment.

Hermione, as if shocked by electricity, hurriedly let go of Bryson's waist and crawled out of his arms. She said angrily, "Why was I in your arms?"