Chapter 10 What Relationship Do I Have with You

"Miley!" Morris's voice sounded with a little anxiety. Miley held her injured head while wondering why this man always appeared when she was in trouble. It was like he had installed a monitor on her so that he could pop out in time to see her worst side.

Before she could organize her scattered thoughts, Morris pulled her up directly. "Follow me. I'll bandage the wound for you."

She didn't look at his face, but she could feel the anger in his tone. It was she who was hurt, but why did he seem to be furious? What logic was it?

But her head hurt so much that she couldn't focus on analyzing this logical question. Only after she sat down in his office did she see his face contorted with wrath. Eyes burning with resentment, he stared at her as if she had owed him five million yuan.

"Miley Smith, are you a fool? Why were you either choked or hit? Why couldn't you fight back?"

He scolded her as he cleaned her wound with alcohol. When the liquid touched the wound, she gasped in pain.

"Are you inciting me to fight? Mr. Lawrence, you're a doctor instead of a gangster, right?"

Morris paused for a second and then pressed the alcohol pad against her wound hard, hurting her on purpose.

Miley took a sharper intake of breath. "Hey, be gentler. I didn't ask you to help me. It was you who volunteered to..."

Before she could finish her words, Morris drew his face closer to hers and squeezed her cheeks. Seriously, he said, "Miley Smith, I help you just for the sake of our relationship. Otherwise, do you think I will help a stupid coward?"

After saying that, he loosened his grip. Miley stroked her face and rolled her eyes. "What relationship do I have with you?"

Eyes lit up, he gave a meaningful laugh. "You don't forget that night, do you?"

"Morris Lawrence, I'm so surprised at your shamelessness!"

The anger sharpened the pain on her head. She gasped with red cheeks, feeling an impulse to burn him into ashes with her fiery stare.

Morris had a glance at her wound that was still bleeding and touched it with the alcohol pad again. After cleaning the blood, he took out some gauze to wrap her head up.

"The wound is not deep. I'll prescribe you some anti-inflammatory drugs. Besides, you didn't take the liquid medicine for your neck last time. I'll give you later." he said as he bandaged her wound.

Miley listened to him quietly. After a while, her phone rang again. She answered it and soon furrowed her brows.

"Okay, I see. Wait for me outside Pearl Hotel. I'll then go in with you."

When she just hung up the phone, she felt the gauze on her head tightened. Displeased, she looked at him and asked angrily, "What are you doing? You hurt my head!"

"What are you going to the hotel for?" He asked in a cold voice.

Miley sneered, "It seems not your business. I run a company, so I'm certainly going to meet a client. Do you think I'm the same as you, doing a part-time job in the hotel?"

Morris frowned. "I just want to warn you that you're injured and can't drink alcohol. You'd better have a good rest at home."

"Rest? It's a luxury for me." For her who had devoted herself to work, it was too extravagant to have a good rest. Besides, Roy had transferred all the money out, which forced her to work harder and earn more. How could she rest at such a critical moment?

She fell into silence, a surge of tiredness running through her again. To be honest, she really wanted to close her eyes and have a good sleep, without thinking anything. Or perhaps, she needed only a shoulder to rest her head on. But was it possible? The strong shoulders, once hers, had been robbed of by Winnie. She was destined to shoulder everything on her own.

As her eyelids drooped, she let out a deep sigh slowly. Her body became so feeble that it leaned back against the chair.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Done? I have to leave now." She rose, stroked her head, and walked toward to door.

He caught up with her. "Shall I drive you back?"

"No, thanks." But just then, Sherly ran in and introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Sherly Smith."

She stretched out a hand to Morris, which made Miley bitterly disappointed. This woman was really a kind that put man before sister!

Patience worn, Miley grabbed Sherly's arm and dragged her out. "All right, Sherly, it's time to go. I have to meet a client, and you should go home with mom now."

Watching Miley hurry off, Morris revealed a joyful smile.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He answered it, and soon, his face fell.

"Morris, I heard that Mandy has been back. Do you know that?" Charles asked on the phone.

After a moment of silence, Morris finally replied, "No, I don't know, and I don't want to."