Chapter 6 Hit on an Idea
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The tall man fell to the ground with a thud. He twitched a little. He then kicked off his feet and closed his eyes, blood slowly flowing out from his head.
The dog in the yard kept barking.
The bald man wanted to escape, but the police officers rushed to press him to the ground, took off the painting, and handcuffed him.
Hermione still rested her hands on the window frame, staring at Bryson who had just shot.
Though they'd been married for three years, Hermione did not know that Bryson could shoot, and he was a good shot.
In that critical moment, if Bryson missed the target, it would be fatal to Hermione.
Bryson dropped the gun, strode over to Hermione, and carried her down from the windowsill.
He carefully treated the wound on her neck.
Bryson hugged Hermione tightly, rubbed her pale face, and asked gently, "Are you scared?"
Hermione answered yes in a daze.
Hermione thought she would be dead, but she didn't expect to survive.
Her heart was beating fast, and her head was buzzing. The gun with a silencer was still loud.
It was like filmmaking, and it was very thrilling.
Hermione was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat.
The painting was carefully kept by the police, put into a bag, and then into the safe.
Hermione gave the statement to the police and then got into Bryson's car.
Her legs were still weak until now, and she was astonished.
It was dark, and the road was narrow.
The driver started the car and drove toward downtown.
Bryson held Hermione.
He stroked her back, comforting her. "It's okay. Don't worry."
Hermione felt very warm in her arms and held him tighter. Though she felt bitter, Hermione still felt sweet.
Hermione thought that Bryson still took her as his wife.
Given her response, Bryson hugged Hermione even tighter and said softly, "Why didn't you call me at that time? Your mother is so careless. She didn't notice anything wrong until yesterday. Then she made a call to tell me."
Bryson's voice was hoarse, and he buried his head in her hair. Grabbing her clothes, Bryson whispered, "What if something happens to you?"
Hermione was startled.
At that moment, Hermione felt that Bryson cared about her more than she had imagined.
Hermione raised her arm and slowly hugged his waist, resting her head on his shoulder.
Bryson smelled good, and Hermione felt at ease.
While Hermione felt very warm, her eyes gradually turned red.
Halfway through, Bryson's phone rang.
Bryson lowered his head to take a look and hung up.
Hermione felt that it was Vivian calling.
Not long after, Darwin's phone also rang.
After picking up and saying something, Darwin handed the phone over and said, "Mr. Gosling, it's Ms. Swanson."
Bryson took the phone and asked, "What's the matter?"
Vivian said anxious in a coquettish way, "Bryson, have you found Hermione?"
"I found her."
"She must be frightened, right? Just stay with her. Don't come to me in the hospital for the next few days."
Bryson replied "yes" faintly.
As they were closer, Hermione heard it clearly, and she became upset instantly.
Bryson and Hermione hadn't divorced, yet only with Vivian's permission that Bryson would stay with Hermione. What a disgrace!
Hermione gently pushed away Bryson's hand and moved to sit down on the seat.
She tilted her head and looked out the window. Hermione smiled at her reflection in the car window and felt cold.
She felt what happened just now was all an illusion.
It was all her illusion.
The car headed downtown.
Hermione said to Bryson, "Take me to my mother's home. Help me find an excuse for grandma."
Bryson was silent for a moment. "Okay."
When Hermione was back home...
As soon as she entered, Mary pulled Hermione into her arms and cried, "Sweetie, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"That's great. I'm so scared. It's all my fault for being too careless. I didn't understand what you meant when you asked me to take the medicine. I didn't realize what happened until the next day. Luckily, Bryson brought someone to find you. Without him, I didn't know what would have happened to you. You're my only child. If something happened to you, how would I live?" Mary was crying her eyes out, who was usually tough.
Hermione raised her hand to wipe Mary's tears and comforted her. "Don't cry, mom. I'm fine. Now I'm back."
A week later, at night.
Bryson got drunk during a business party.
The driver helped him home and lay him down on the sofa.
He got up to get a towel, but he heard Bryson shouting with his eyes closed, "Hermione, give me water."
The driver hesitated for a while, took out his phone, and called Hermione, saying, "Mrs. Gosling, Mr. Gosling got drunk and kept calling your name."
Hermione pursed her lips and did not speak.
Mary heard it and said, "Go take care of him. You're not divorced yet, and you're still his wife. Don't get it too ugly."
Hearing that, Hermione replied, "I'll be right there."
"Thank you, Mrs. Gosling." The driver hung up the phone.
He poured a glass of water for Bryson.
Just as Bryson was halfway through his drink, the doorbell suddenly rang.
The driver placed the glass on the coffee table and got up to open the door.
He saw Vivian, dressed in white, standing outside with a fruit basket.
The driver said apologetically, "Ms. Swanson, Mr. Gosling got drunk. I'm afraid he won't be able to see you."
"That's good. I'll take care of him." Vivian smiled.
She walked in and placed the basket in the shoe closet. Vivian said to the driver, "You can go back. Leave Bryson to me."
The driver was embarrassed. "I just called Mrs. Gosling. She will be here soon."
"It's okay. I know Hermione. She's nice and won't mind." Vivian smiled.
The driver hesitated. "Fine."
He took the car key and left.
After passing through the hallway, Vivian walked to the sofa and sat down. She picked up the glass of water and fed it to Bryson.
Bryson smelled a familiar perfume and slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing that it was Vivian, Bryson was surprised. He sat up and asked, "Why are you here?"
Vivian blinked her eyes and smiled coquettishly. "I missed you so much and thus came. You won't blame me, right, Bryson?"
Bryson frowned a little. "I got drunk, so I don't want to talk. Go back."
Vivian was stunned. Her eyes were red, and she murmured, "Bryson, you still haven't forgiven me. I already said that the breakup text three years ago was sent by my mother with my phone. She sent me abroad and got someone to watch me all the time. She didn't allow me to contact you. Do you know how painful I've been these three years? I missed you every day, but I couldn't see you. I even had depression in the end..."
Vivian covered her face and broke down.
"I've forgiven you, indeed." Bryson sounded a little impatient, but his voice was soft. "Don't cry."
Vivian looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Why did you chase me away?"
"I haven't divorced yet. It's late, and it's not appropriate for you to be here." Bryson pinched his legs hard, trying to sober himself up.
Vivian noticed this and slowly leaned toward him. She put her arms around his shoulders and stared at him affectionately. Vivian said very softly, "I don't mind."
Bryson turned his body to avoid it. "I do mind."
Vivian was a little disappointed. After hesitating for a while, she retracted her hand.
Then they stopped talking.
It was silent in the room.
Vivian couldn't stand the silence. She raised her head and looked around. Finally, her gaze fell on the painting on the wall. She said, "Is this a real masterpiece?"
"No, it's copied by Hermione."
"Really? The painting is really good. I thought it was authentic." Vivian said faintly, "I didn't expect Hermione to be so excellent."
Bryson suddenly said softly, "Indeed, she is very excellent."
"Bryson, you're more outstanding. In my eyes, you'll always be the best." Vivian stared at him with admiration.
Bryson lowered his eyes, and his face turned a little gloomy.
In Hermione's mind, the most outstanding man was definitely Gregory.
Suddenly, Vivian heard light footsteps coming from outside. She thought of the driver saying that Hermione was coming.
Vivian rolled her eyes and hit on an idea.
She stood up, pulled Bryson's arm, and said coquettishly, "Bryson, let me help you take a shower. I will leave when you fall asleep after the shower."
"No need." Bryson raised his hand to push her away.
"It's fine. I don't mind."
"I really don't need it. Just go!" Bryson started to become agitated.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Vivian made a decision and pretended to fall on Bryson. Meanwhile, she put her arms around his waist and wanted to kiss him.
Bryson held her head, trying to push her away.
However, Vivian held him tightly. As Bryson got drunk and was weak, he could not push her away.
The moment Hermione entered the room, she saw Vivian and Bryson hugging each other and kissing.
Bryson, who hugged Hermione gently once, was holding Vivian tightly now.
Hermione was stunned and felt depressed.
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