Chapter 2 Clark Smith

Layla had heard the rumors that Clark used to be a playboy and had even caused a woman's death while having sex. Later, he was crippled in a traffic accident. After that, he stopped fooling around with women, but had become more temperamental.

She had thought that Clark would be a ferocious man. To her surprise, he seemed completely different from what she had imagined.

"I'm sorry."

Fearing that she had offended the demon, Layla hurriedly got up. However, she had sprained her ankle. The moment she got up, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle and fell down again. Her face burned with embarrassment as she fumbled around and grasped something for balance.

Puzzled, Layla looked at the thing and gripped it for support. However, the next moment, she was thrown to the ground.

Her eyes widened as she looked at Clark in disbelief. The man had thrown her to the ground.

A shiver ran down Layla's spine. She hated herself for offending the man during their first meeting.

Clark looked down at her grimly. His ears turned red with anger and embarrassment when he felt turned on.

Clark had come out to welcome the woman but didn't expect her to be shameless enough to touch his private part in public. She seemed worse than what he had heard in the rumors. It was really hard to tell what she might do behind closed doors.

The servants beside Layla covered their mouths and peeped at her, trying hard not to laugh. A yelp escaped her lips as her back hurt. She was lying on the ground, and her dress was torn. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she saw the servants looking at her. Layla bit her lip and tried getting up but failed miserably.

At that moment, the wheelchair slowly stopped in front of her, and a slender hand reached out to her. Layla was terrified. She whimpered and subconsciously dodged it. However, her back hurt as she moved further. To stop herself from crying in pain, she bit her lower lip hard.

She looked so pitiful at that moment.

Clark didn't intend to frighten her. He slowly retreated and glared at the servants. "Can't you see that Mrs. Smith needs help?"

Hearing that, the servants rushed to her aid.

Layla was in a sorry state. She prayed that no one in the Smith family would complain about her in front of the Reed family. If Alina knew that Layla had humiliated the Reed family, she would stop paying the medical expenses for her grandmother.

There was nothing Layla wouldn't do for her grandmother.

She kept reminding herself that Clark was her husband from now on and that she needn't be afraid of anything. Taking a deep breath, Layla finally summoned the courage to look up at him. However, Clark had already left with the butler.

It was only then that she realized he had only tried giving her a hand to help.

Was he really considerate?

Then, a servant led Layla to the master bedroom.

Sitting on the enormous bed, she tried not to look around like a country bumpkin. Just then, the sound of running water in the bathroom caught her attention. A ball of anxiety resided in the pit of her stomach. She became nervous again.

In the bathroom, the wheelchair rested in a corner. The cold water streamed down from the shower and slid down Clark's head and muscular back as it trailed downward and drained into the sewer.

After the shower, Clark pulled a bath towel and wiped his body. He then turned on the tap of the sink and picked up the phone that was incessantly ringing. "What's up?"

"Your father has lifted the punishment of your younger brother," said the man on the other end of the line. "He has allowed him to return to his former position in the company."

"All right. Now that he has said so, let it go. Is Susie Clinton up to anything?" asked Clark.

His stepmother had recently obtained 4% of the shares from his father. Clark knew the woman wouldn't wait to take action.

"She will definitely make a big move. Should we do anything?"

"No need." Clark smiled coldly.

If the woman tried plotting against him, she would have to face his wrath.

"Okay."

"By the way, go and investigate Sandra Reed." Clark felt that the Sandra he saw today was different from what he had heard in the rumors. "Investigate her thoroughly."

He slowly put on his clothes and sat back in the wheelchair as a playful smile emerged on his face.

"Sandra Reed, what secret do you have?" he muttered.