Fall For My Mysterious Lame Husband

Layla Reed pushed the door to the doctor's office and walked in. Then she immediately asked, "Doctor, how is my Grandma? Was the operation successful?"

As soon as the doctor saw her, he frowned and pulled a long face. Then he said sharply, "Are you referring to the patient in Ward Eight? What operation are you talking about? Your grandmother owes the hospital tens of thousands of dollars already. If you don't pay her hospital bills today, take her out of here immediately."

"What? How can that be? Alina told me that she had settled the hospital bills." Layla was shocked and angry at the same time.

Alina promised that she would pay Layla's grandmother's hospital bills. That was why Layla agreed to marry a stranger on behalf of Alina's beloved daughter. But before Layla got married, she wanted to see her grandmother first, so she snuck out and went to the hospital on her wedding day.

Only to find that Alina didn't fulfill her promise at all.

Layla tried hard to suppress the anger in her heart. She grabbed the doctor's arm and said, "Doctor, my grandmother is very ill, and the operation can't be delayed. She doesn't have too much time to wait. Please perform the operation first. I'll raise money right... Ouch!"

Before she could finish her words, she heard a loud bang behind her.

Then her hair was forcibly pulled back, and a familiar sharp voice sounded in her ears. "You bitch! How dare you run away on your wedding day!"

Layla's scalp was so painful that she was forced to raise her head. Then she saw the well-dressed Alina staring down at her.

She pushed Alina away with all her strength, and her eyes turned red with anger. "You lied to me! You didn't pay my grandmother's hospital bills. I won't marry that terrible man for Sandra!"

But Alina was not threatened at all. Instead, she sneered, "If you marry him obediently, I'll pay the hospital bills now and let your grandmother undergo an operation. But if you continue being stubborn, I will make sure she doesn't make it through today. Think about it carefully."

"Pay the hospital bills in front of me right now." Layla didn't believe Alina anymore. But her grandmother's life was at stake. The operation couldn't be delayed any longer.

Alina took out her credit card and paid the hospital bills at once.

Then she turned to the two servants behind her and ordered, "Hurry, help Miss Layla change into her wedding dress."

Layla didn't resist anymore. She could only grit her teeth.

The servants rushed over, hastily put on the wedding dress for her, and stuffed her into the bridal car.

Alina bent down outside the car window and warned Layla, "Remember who you are and what you're here for. If you dare to sabotage the relationship between the Smith family and the Reed family, I won't spare that old bat."

Layla clutched the hemline of her wedding dress so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She knew she had no way back.

She had no other choice but to marry Clark Smith, the heir of the Smith family.

Rumor had it that after he was crippled from a car accident, he became temperamental, cruel, and extremely hard to please.

The Reeds had promised to marry their daughter, Sandra Reed, to the son of the Smith family. However, Sandra was a spoiled young woman. She refused to marry Clark because he became a cripple. So Alina came up with the idea of using Layla as the substitute bride.

There was a screeching sound.

The car suddenly braked, interrupting Layla's thoughts.

Before she could react, she saw the driver get out of the driver's seat. Then he opened the back seat door and pulled her out. "Go walk the rest of the road by yourself."

After saying this, the driver threw her small and shabby suitcase on the ground.

Layla looked around and found that they were on a hillside. She said anxiously, "But we haven't gotten there yet. You..."

But the driver didn't wait for her to finish her words. He got in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away.

Layla was an unloved member of the Reed family. Of course, the driver wouldn't feel sorry for her. After all, his master was Sandra. He only took orders from Sandra.

Layla was left on a deserted hillside with no one else around. As the cold and humid wind blew, she couldn't help shivering.

The sky was dark and gloomy.

Then there came a flash of lightning and the roar of thunder.

Layla looked up at the dark sky with a frown. It seemed that a storm was coming.

She couldn't delay any longer. Otherwise, she would be in danger. So she lifted the hemline of her wedding dress with one hand, pulled her suitcase with the other, and plodded in the hilly road.

The high heels she was wearing were a big obstacle. After taking just a few steps, the heel of one shoe was stuck in the crack in the road. She couldn't pull it out no matter how hard she tried.

Worse was, the rain was coming down in buckets.

Layla had no choice. She took off her high heels and walked barefoot on the mountain road strewn with small and sharp gravel.

When she reached the top of the hill, a luxurious manor standing in the rain and mist appeared in her eyes. It covered an area of thousands of acres with independent gardens and mini forests. Villas scattered in different directions, looking magnificent and grand.

"I'm finally here," she murmured.

Layla was totally exhausted, and she was soaking wet. Since she walked barefoot, the sharp stones cut her tender soles. Her feet were bleeding, but she couldn't care less at the moment.

She lifted the hemline of her dress and rang the doorbell.

No one opened the door.

She rang it again.

Still, there was no answer from the inside.

Layla squatted on the front steps, almost freezing to death. When she felt like she was about to collapse, she finally heard some noise coming from inside the house.

Before she could stand up, the luxurious door opened.

And the first thing that caught Layla's eyes was a wheelchair. She looked up and saw a supremely handsome face.

The man had an angular face and a high nose bridge. Although his thin lips were pursed tightly, they still looked sexy and charming.

But unfortunately, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold. Even from a distance, Layla could feel the coldness he emanated.

She thought that he must be Clark Smith.

Somehow she was a little nervous. She took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Hello! My name is Sandra Reed. I'm here to marry you."

Clark looked at her up and down several times. When he saw there was nothing on her neck, his eyes narrowed dangerously. Then he said in a low voice, "You are not Sandra Reed."

A shiver ran down Layla's spine when she heard Clark's words. She didn't expect that her real identity would be exposed too soon.

Indeed, she was not Sandra Reed. She was Layla Reed, a young woman who grew up in the countryside.

About one month ago, the Reeds came to her and said she was mistakenly taken away after she was born. She was actually the daughter of the Reed family, who had gone missing for many years.

Of course, she was overjoyed because she had finally found her biological parents. However, her heart sank in disappointment when she realized that they didn't sincerely want her back. In fact, no one in the Reed family liked her. They only looked for her to make her the substitute bride of their non-biological daughter.

But Layla couldn't risk her grandmother's life. So she took a deep breath to calm herself down, raised her head, and said firmly, "I am Sandra Reed."

Clark's sharp eyes were still filled with coldness. He didn't say anything, and the situation was in a stalemate.

Layla felt guilty, but she tried hard to hide it. She lifted the hemline of her dress and wanted to walk in. "I'm so tired. Can I go in and have a rest first?"

But Clark suddenly asked, "Where is the necklace?" When she looked at him, she found he was staring at her slender neck.

"What... What necklace?" Layla jerked at Clark's question. She had no idea what he was talking about.

But her reaction made his face darken even more. He ran out of patience and ordered the servants, "Close the door!"

"Hey, wait! I'm really Sandra Reed. I am your wife."

Seeing that the door was about to close, Layla came back to her senses and suddenly pushed it with all her strength. She had been strong since she was a child, and the two servants could not stop her at all.

Then there was a loud bang.

It turned out that the two servants lost to her and fell backwards together.

Due to the inertia, Layla staggered forward. Knowing that she was about to fall on her face, she closed her eyes and let out a scream.

She expected to feel the pain after her face hit the floor. But much to her surprise, it didn't come. She opened her eyes curiously, only to find herself lying in Clark's warm arms. She was stunned for a moment. When she recovered, she hurriedly struggled to stand up. But her hand accidentally touched something hot and hard. She was puzzled, so she tilted her head to look at it.

"Damn it! Take your hand off me."

Clark couldn't stand it any longer. At this moment, his voice deepened to a low growl.

But it was like a thunderbolt that woke Layla up.

Her face flushed in embarrassment. She got up in a hurry and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

She felt like there was still a scorching heat in the palm of her hand. She subconsciously rubbed her hand against her dress, trying to ignore the strange feeling.

When Clark noticed what Layla did, his face darkened even more. But his ears turned red in anger and embarrassment.

The way he saw it, she acted like she had touched something dirty.

He grasped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly. When he was about to drive her away again, the butler hurried to his side and whispered something in his ear.

The expression on Clark's face changed at once. He no longer cared about Layla. Instead, he turned his wheelchair and was about to leave.

But before he could go, the butler asked in a hurry, "Mr. Smith, what should we do with Mrs. Smith?"

"Whatever you want to."

Clark's cold voice came from a distance, then he disappeared in the elevator.

The butler stood there in a dilemma. He didn't know what Clark meant.

But seeing that Layla was soaking wet, and the hemline of her white wedding dress was full of mud, he frowned and said, "Come inside and clean yourself first."

She was in a mess and so dirty.

Layla nodded obediently. As long as they didn't drive her out, she would follow everything they said.

She dragged her small suitcase and quickly went upstairs. Then she chose a room randomly and went straight to the bathroom.

The wet dress clung to her body. She felt so uncomfortable that she desperately wanted a hot shower.

Clark went to the study.

There were some urgent documents in the company he had to deal with.

When he finished, he pushed his wheelchair back to his bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard some movements in the bathroom, and the sound of the water from the shower.

Looking at the bathroom with his cold eyes, he quietly controlled his wheelchair and suddenly opened the glass door.

Then he saw a beautiful figure looming in the pervading mist. But before Clark could take a closer look, Layla's scream rang out in the bathroom.

Clark didn't know exactly what had happened. He only felt that the world spun for a while. Then he realized that he was already lying on the wet floor of the bathroom.

He slowly raised his head only to see Layla's flushed face. Her hair was slightly wet, and her body was only wrapped in a bath towel. Her right leg was still stretched forward, reminding him of how she kicked his wheelchair just now.

At this moment, the servants who heard the noise rushed over.

"Mr. Smith, what happened?"

Then they saw the scene where Layla was scantily-clad, and Clark lay on the floor.

They didn't know whether they should cover their eyes first or go forward to help Clark up.

Before they could make a move, Layla came back to her senses.

She quickly held up the wheelchair, carried Clark in her arms, and put him in it carefully.

Then she stood behind him like a frightened rabbit, not daring to speak or even look at his gloomy face, trying to reduce her sense of existence.

But it was already too late to make it up.

Clark gritted his teeth and said word by word angrily, "Sandra Reed, I want to divorce you. Immediately! I mean it!"

Layla's heart sank. It seemed that she got herself into trouble again.

Half an hour later, Clark sat in his study with a gloomy face. He had already changed into dry clothes.

Pierson Bates, his personal assistant, stood beside his desk. Clark actually called Pierson to come over with a divorce agreement.

With the document in his hand, Pierson said to Clark hesitantly, "Boss, are you sure you want to divorce Sandra now? The necklace you have been looking for is in the Reed family, and you haven't gotten it yet. You married her only because of that necklace, right?"

"That's right. But is that necklace more important than my life? That woman will kill me sooner or later." Obviously, Clark was still angry. At this moment, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and he frowned, looking very unapproachable.

He had never been humiliated all his life.

Pierson didn't dare to persuade Clark anymore. But he couldn't help admiring Layla in his heart. Clark had always been calm and cold. She was the first person who had pissed Clark off like this.

He respectfully handed the divorce agreement and a pen to Clark.

Clark took them and went downstairs to have Layla sign the agreement.

At this moment, Layla sat on the leather sofa on the first floor, waiting anxiously.

As soon as she saw Clark's figure, she subconsciously stood up. She was about to admit her mistake and apologize when she saw the document in his hand with the word "divorce" written on it.

Layla was alarmed, and she became more anxious. She racked her brain, thinking about what to do next.

She couldn't divorce Clark. At least not now.

Otherwise, Alina would use this as an excuse to stop paying for her grandmother's hospital bills.

But what could Layla do to make Clark change his mind? Before she could think of a way, he was already in front of her and said two words coldly, "Sign it."

She stepped back, shaking her head stubbornly. "No. I won't agree to the divorce. And I'm not leaving. You can't drive me away."

Clark snorted coldly, "This is the Smith family's house. If I want to drive you away, who dares to stop me?"

Layla clenched her fists tightly, not knowing what to do. She gave Clark a sidelong glance and suddenly saw a unique bronze ring on his finger.

The style of the ring was simple and noble, not like the current popular style.

An idea flashed through Layla's mind. She thought of what Clark had said when he stopped her outside the door. She said loudly, "I remember the necklace you mentioned earlier. I know what it looks like. Is it an old bronze necklace with a special gem on it? It looks like a piece of Baroque-style jewelry. I'm telling you, if you divorce me, you will never get that necklace for the rest of your life. Only I in the Reed family know where that necklace is."

Clark's eyes narrowed dangerously, and Layla immediately felt a strong sense of oppression. "No one has ever dared to threaten me."

His words sent a chill down her spine. Actually, she was only bluffing. The truth was, she had no idea what the necklace looked like.

She just tried her luck and described it according to the style of his ring, thinking of the possibility that they were a set. Fortunately, he did not refute her.

Layla put on a flattering smile and explained, "I'm not threatening you. I'm helping you analyze the pros and cons. As long as you don't divorce me, not only can I help you find the necklace, but I can also do a lot of things for you. I can cook, replace light bulbs, trim trees, and so on. Besides, I'm strong enough to be your bodyguard. I can protect you. If anyone dares to provoke you, I can punch them up to death."

As she spoke, she waved her fist, proving her perceived trustworthiness.

Watching her lively performance, a hint of interest flashed through Clark's deep-set eyes. It seemed that she was not without merits.

And, of course, he wanted to get that necklace. He needed it.

He was a little interested in her proposal, but he didn't show it on his face. His expression remained unchanged as he sneered, "I never knew that the daughter of the Reed family would do such work."

The smile on Layla's face froze. "What do you want me to do? Just say it. As long as you let me stay, I can do anything for you."

Clark didn't say anything. He just looked at her.

Layla's heart sank upon seeing his reaction.

He still wanted to divorce her. Once she was kicked out of his house, Alina would immediately stop paying for her grandmother's medical expenses.

She and her grandmother were actually not related by blood. But her grandmother was the only person in this world who loved her.

Could she even not protect the only family who loved her?

Layla lowered her head. She could no longer stop her tears from falling.

She couldn't help but quietly sob.

Clark saw her shoulders trembling slightly and heard her sobs, so he knew she was crying. For a moment, he was at a loss, not knowing what to do. He could only ask stiffly, "Why are you crying?"

Layla was already sad. And when she heard his words, she couldn't control her emotions even more. She burst into tears.

She choked with sobs and couldn't speak anymore.

The last thing Clark wanted to see was a woman crying. So he controlled his wheelchair forward and comforted her awkwardly, "Stop crying now."

"How can I not cry? You're going to divorce me and kick me out of your house." After saying this, Layla cried even harder.

Clark didn't know what to do with her. He sighed and said helplessly, "I won't divorce you, on the condition that you will have to promise me one thing."