The Billionaire's Possession

Impatience

"What's wrong?" A deep male voice came from the top of her head. There was a hint of impatience in its tone. It was obvious that he had been woken up.

Blake frowned as he looked at the mess on the ground. Fresh blood was dripping down the white marble floor. Avery was curled up on the ground, looking pitiful. “Injured?” he asked.

"None of your business." Her tone was somewhat sharp.

He suddenly snorted, his palm plastered against her round chin, not allowing her to avoid his gaze.

Avery’s eyes were filled with tears. She was bright and beautiful to the point that it made one's heart palpitate.

"Tell me, what are you crying for?" He narrowed his eyes, his breath warm on her pale cheeks.

"My hand hurts." She bit her lips and continued avoiding his sight. Blake’s profound eyes penetrated the depths of human nature, and it even made her feel a little afraid.

She pushed him away and stumbled into the kitchen. After rummaging through the cabinets, she finally found the medicine box. She sat on the floor and applied the medicine to herself. The pain from the disinfectant stung every cell, and her tears rolled in her eyes.

As a doctor, she knew how important hands were to her. However, the pain from her palm was far less than her heart. She felt that a corner of her heart, where she pretended to be fine, was slowly rotting and rotting.

She married him for real. Even though he was always cold to her, even if he rarely came home … Someone once told her that love requires courage. She had bravely loved him, but what she had received was forever a heartless betrayal. Alex, her ex-boyfriend, was like this, but Blake was still the same.

When she wiped her tears off and walked out of the kitchen, Blake had already changed into a suit and was preparing to leave.

At the entrance, his black leather shoes were polished to a point where they shone brightly. He hesitated for a moment before a peculiar color flashed across his eyes. Actually, Avery was a very good wife, but unfortunately, he wasn't a qualified husband.

"I'll pick you up at the hospital tonight. There's a social meetup; accompany me there." He then opened the door and left.

Avery stared blankly at the door that was still tightly shut. Blake would never ask for her permission. His words were like an imperial decree that no one could refute. Every second he gave her seemed like a gift.

Avery sat alone at the dining table and ate her breakfast. When the soft bread entered her mouth, it was like chewing on wax.

After breakfast, she hurried to the hospital. Because of the injury to her hand, she had the intern cancel all operations for a week.

"Doctor Foster, why don't you go to the surgery to bandage the wound on your hand? What if it gets infected? This kind of thing can't be taken lightly." The intern was kind.

"It was just a small injury, don't make a fuss." Avery changed into a white coat and picked up the records left behind by the night doctor. While reading, she walked towards the ward.

She pushed open the door of the dry ward.

Feliz Cruz seemed to have recovered quite well. Her face was rosy, and she had regained her composure. The nurse on duty, Dina, was taking her temperature with a straight face.

"Miss Cruz, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere today?" Avery kept her head down, the pen in her hand, quickly memorizing the various numbers.

…

Feliz gave a faint smile, her fingers pressing down on her chest, "You're not feeling well, are you?"

The pen in Avery’s hand suddenly stopped; it was clear that the lady knew about the relationship between her and Blake Anderson.

She looked up at the woman on the sickbed, then instructed the nurse on duty, "Contact the physician on duty to do a comprehensive heart examination for Miss Cruz."

Feliz glared at her, her beautiful face contorted in anger, but a smile quickly replaced it. She had been in the entertainment circle for so many years, yet she could still maintain her composure.

"Dr. Foster, no, it should be Mrs. Anderson. I heard that you were the one who operated on me, so I should be thanking you. However, there are some things that I think you should still know …"

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your personal matters." Avery interrupted her with a calm voice, closed the record book, and turned to walk out.

"Blake impregnated me; I love him, and he loves me; he promised me he would divorce you." Feliz’s voice sounded from behind her, sounding extremely anxious.

"Don’t you feel ashamed? Do you really need to slap those words to her face?” Without waiting for Avery to speak, Dina growled at the side.

Avery’s legs seemed to have been nailed to the ground; her entire body was ice-cold to the point of being numb. She slowly turned around and stared at Feliz with her cold, clear eyes. The corner of her mouth slowly raised into a mocking smile. "Miss Cruz, it doesn't matter who your child is because he has already disappeared. As for the divorce, it's also up to Blake to personally tell me that.”

Feliz pursed her lips, speechless.

"If there's no problem, Miss Cruz can leave the hospital today. After all, the beds in our hospital are very tight,” Avery said as she stepped on her high heels and left.

"Did you hear that? If there's nothing else, then you can leave after this. " Dina grumpily roared as she pulled Feliz’s arm and rudely stabbed the needle into her blood vessel.

“Ah! Be gentle. Do you know how to use an injection?" Feliz screamed.

Dina left the ward and went straight back to her office. When she opened the door, she saw Avery sitting in front of the window in a daze. It was an exquisite view; her facial expression was indifferent without any emotion, but somehow, it made people want to cry.

Her smile was extremely bitter as her gaze lightly fell on her injured hand. The snow-white bandage was stained with mottled blood.

"Avery, what are you trying to do with your half-dead look? Whether it's the divorce or the earth-shattering ruckus, we can never let the Anderson guy have a good time. "

"He's not having a good time, so how can I?" Avery brushed off the hair in front of her forehead and went to the side to pour herself a cup of warm water.

When Dina saw her calm appearance, she became angry.