My Lame Husband Is A Mysterious Mogul

The ornately decorated wedding car trundled into a quiet villa alone. It was supposed to be a happy day, filled with fun and laughter. But the atmosphere was depressing as a funeral.

Layla Reed looked ahead, with her chin held high, her back straight, trying to look strong and confident. She recalled what her mother, Alina Wallace, had told her before she got in the wedding car. "If you bring any shame or disgrace to the Reed family, I will drive that old woman out of the hospital."

Alina was referring to Layla's grandmother. Although Layla knew she and her grandma weren't related by blood, she still loved the woman with all her heart.

A month ago, Layla was just a country girl.

One day, a group of men in black brought the police to Layla's house, saying she was the daughter of the Reed family who had gone missing for many years. Someone had mistakenly taken Layla away after she was born. Now, her parents found out the truth and wanted to take Layla back.

Layla had always yearned to meet her parents and experience their love and care. Thinking that God had finally heard her prayers, Layla followed the men to the Reed family's villa. However, her heart sank with disappointment when she saw her biological parents, Alina and Jim Reed.

"Is this the child?" Alina looked her up and down, scrunching her nose up in disgust. "Gosh, look at her skin. It's terrible. Give her a facial."

The servants immediately took Layla to a room for beauty treatments. The cozy bed and the relaxing massage made her sleepy. Just as her eyes closed and she was about to fall asleep, she heard the servants whispering to each other.

"Is this the country girl, who is going to get married on behalf of Miss Sandra Reed?"

"Yes. That's sad. I heard the eldest son of the Smith family is a cripple and has a bad temper. Now, the Smith family is on the verge of bankruptcy. They are borrowing money everywhere. Mrs. Reed doesn't want Miss Sandra Reed to suffer, so she has brought the country girl back to marry him. She is the substitute bride."

"I heard Miss Reed is in love with the eldest son of the Lawrence family. Is that true? Then, why didn't Mr. Reed cancel the engagement right away?" one of the servants asked.

"Are you silly? Mr. Reed values people's opinions of him above everything else. Why would he call off the engagement and make a fool of himself?"

Layla's eyes sprang open. A sense of betrayal resided in the pit of her stomach. Anger surged through her veins. She quickly stood up and walked toward the door.

She wanted to go back to her hometown. This place was not her home. They were not her parents! They regarded her as a substitute. Nothing else.

Unexpectedly, just as she stepped out of the room, she saw Alina standing at the door. As if she had anticipated such a reaction from Layla, Alina threw a diagnosis report at her.

"Take a look at this."

Layla frowned and picked it up. Her heart ached when she saw the name on it.

It was her grandma. She was diagnosed with primary myocardial infarction. It was already in the advanced stage. The estimated cost of the operation was five hundred thousand dollars. Layla froze. Where would she get so much money?

"If you marry into the Smith family on behalf of Sandra, I will pay for the old woman's treatment."

This woman, who claimed to be Layla's biological mother, didn't even bother pretending to be nice to her. She instantly proposed a deal, firmly believing that Layla would do anything to stop her grandmother from dying.

"Mrs. Smith, here we are."

The wedding car stopped, and the driver's voice snapped Layla from her thoughts.

"Okay."

She hurriedly grasped the hemline of her wedding dress and ducked out of the car. Unfortunately, she hit the car's roof. She looked up and saw the servants eyeing her with mockery. Loosening her grip on the hemline, she glared at them, took a deep breath, and strode forward.

Just then, her sharp heel stepped on the hemline of her dress, ripping it apart.

Layla lost her balance and fell backward.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for her back to collide with the ground. However, she didn't feel any pain.

Layla slowly opened her eyes. A frown creased her forehead as she found herself lying in the arms of a strange man. She looked up and found his deep eyes set on hers.

The man looked grim. He was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing his wedding suit. A white silk handkerchief peeked out of his breast pocket.

Was he Clark Smith, her husband-to-be?

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.

Not long after Layla sat down, her ankle swelled up. She sat on the bed for a long time, but Clark didn't come out of the bathroom. She wanted to massage her feet, so she shook her legs to remove the shoes.

However, her shoes flew away. Right at that moment, the door of the bathroom opened, and her shoes landed in front of Clark.

Layla jerked in shock. Their eyes locked as they stared at each other.

He glanced at the shoes in front of him and back at the woman sitting on the bed.

Her pristine white wedding dress was wrinkled, and her hair was a tangled mess. However, despite her clumsy appearance, her eyes dazzled like sunshine.

The moment his gaze landed on her slender neck, he frowned. "Where is the necklace?"

Layla, who was wondering how to get her shoes back without making a fool of herself, jerked again by his question. "What necklace?"

Clark's face darkened. He couldn't tell if she was acting dumb or not. "The wedding gift your father promised to give me. It's my mother's belonging. She left it for me."

Layla thought for a while but didn't remember Jim telling anything about the necklace.

Clark's face turned red with rage. It worried her that he might strangle her on impulse. If the heartless Reed family found that she had offended Clark, they would stop paying her grandmother's medical expenses.

Thinking about it, Layla clicked her tongue as if she had remembered something. "Oh, you mean that necklace? I forgot to bring it. I'll go home soon and get it for you."

Clark nodded as his face softened.

Although Layla looked calm, she was panicking inside. How was she going to find the necklace? She didn't even know what it looked like. She cast a sidelong glance at Clark and saw a unique ring on his finger. Although it looked simple, the gem was covered with mysterious words on a rose gold band.

Her eyes widened as she remembered seeing a similar pattern somewhere.

It suddenly occurred to Layla that she had seen Sandra, who was regarded as Jim and Alina's daughter for the past 20 years, wearing a similar type of necklace.

An inexplicable feeling arose in Clark's heart when he saw the different expressions on her face. "Go and take a shower," he urged, looking away.

"What?" Layla was stunned.

Clark turned and looked into her eyes. "You're dirty. Hurry up and take a shower."

It wasn't until she looked down at herself that she realized her dress was covered in dirt after she fell down. But she forgot about it and sat on the ornately decorated bed. Layla quickly got up and limped toward the bathroom. Before walking inside, she didn't forget to pick up the shoes blocking his way and put them aside.

A smile tugged at the corners of Clark's lips.

Sitting in the bathtub, Layla clutched her chest and felt her heart pounding against her fingers. She was scared to death.

This man didn't seem like somebody one could mess with. She feared he might throw her into the ocean to feed the sharks if she offended him. The mere thought that she was going to spend her wedding night with an intimidating man petrified her.

With those fears haunting her, Layla sat in the bathtub for a long time. Finally, she got out and dried herself with a towel. That was when she remembered that she hadn't brought her pajamas.

It was all Clark's fault. She was so nervous and had forgotten to take it.

Cursing Clark in her heart, she pressed her ear against the door to see if she could hear anything in the room.

Would Clark be waiting for her in the room?

Considering it was silent outside, Layla wrapped herself in a bath towel and opened the door.

"Ah!"

She clutched the towel with one hand and glared at Clark, who was sitting in the room. "Why are you still here?"

"This is our room. Where else will I be?" Clark looked equally shocked. Embarrassed to look at her, he turned his head. "Why don't you wear your pajamas?"

"I forgot to take it."

Layla scurried forward to look for her pajamas. Jim had bought several expensive clothes for her to impress Clark, but they were all uncomfortable to wear, so she took out her old pajamas.

A frown lined Clark's forehead. He couldn't understand why the daughter of the Reed family was wearing such shabby pajamas.

"The servant has arranged a new nightgown for you. It's over there." He pointed at the door.

Layla put the pajamas away, limped to the door, grabbing the wall for support, and picked up the lacy silk nightgown. Suddenly, something fell down from it.

She picked it up and found it was an ointment.

"Is this for me?"

Layla looked at Clark in disbelief. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, causing him to look away again.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked, clearing his throat. "Are you expecting me to apply the ointment for you?"

With that, he swiveled his wheelchair and left.

It took Layla a long time to realize that the ointment was for her ankle. She was so surprised by the gesture that she almost threw it out.

Was Clark caring for her?