No. Nicole is trying to seduce Levant. What does she have to do with Hector?
“Daphne, it looks like Ms. Lane is no ordinary woman. The bodyguard you’re looking for is her husband.”
“Y-You’re Nicole’s husband?”
It was surprising news to her.
He was the man she fell in love with at first sight. How can he be Nicole’s husband?
All of a sudden, she felt as if she were in the middle of thick fog; she could not see things clearly nor differentiate the real from the fake.
If Hector really is Nicole’s husband, that means my plans are ruined.
The entire time, she thought she had found her true love. Was it just a joke the whole time?
“My wife needs to rest. Please leave.”
Portia flew into a rage when she noticed how unpleasant Evan was of their presence.
“Daphne, let’s go.”
“……”
However, Daphne stood there transfixed while staring at Evan without blinking.
When Portia finally dragged her out of the room, Evan slammed the door shut.
Still persistent, Daphne questioned Portia when they were out of the hospital. “Aunt Portia, am I dreaming?”
How can something so ridiculous happen?
“Daphne, what’s wrong? Do you really want a vixen’s man?”
Daphne did not know how she should form her answer. “That’s not it. When I fell in love with him, he was the bodyguard of the estate. He wasn’t Nicole’s husband.”
“Daphne, sober up. When you met him, he was already Nicole’s husband. You just didn’t know about his true identity.”
Then why didn’t he tell me?
When I told him my secret, he was only listening silently.
Secret!
Right. He even knows that Levant isn’t Stephen’s biological son.
I even told him Stephen was going to hand down the title to Levant.
What was he thinking about when I told him those things?
What has he done to my loving feelings?
Nicole, why are you the one who is lucky? Levant loves you, and Uncle Stephen’s world revolves around you. Even the man I fell in love with is your husband.
Why?
“Daphne, don’t be like this. How good can a vixen’s man be?”
Daphne did not want to hear Portia speak of Hector in this way. She scoffed, “Then what about Levant and Uncle Stephen? Do you mean they’re no one good too?”
Aren’t they interested in Nicole too?
Portia choked, not expecting her to question her this way.
Doesn’t this stupid girl realize I’m trying to console her?
“That’s enough. Let’s go back.”
Before they left, Daphne turned back to look at the ward. A grim look ran across her eyes. I won’t give up so easily on the things I love.
In the ward.
Nicole heard everything Daphne said. She looked at Evan and stated that he only had himself to blame for what just happened.
“You were Daphne’s white knight, and now the damsel in distress has fallen in love with you. You’ve reaped what you sow. Why don’t I see any trace of joy on your face?”
Evan walked toward her before he shot a glare at her. “It looks like you’re quite happy.”
She’s grinning mischievously.
“Of course. I’m feeling happy on your behalf. Daphne sounds like she really in love with you. Chances are high that she’ll return to court you. Maybe she’ll be dramatic in her attempts, hoping to win over your heart.”
Evan felt dismayed by Nicole’s thrilled tone.
Your husband is now being eyed by another woman. Why are you acting so excited as his wife?
Evan ruminated on the thought. Both Stephen and Levant were interested in Nicole, and as her man, he wished that these two would never appear in front of Nicole.
However, Nicole was unperturbed by the fact she had a love rival now. In fact, she made it seem like she was waiting eagerly for a show to unfold.
The stark contrast made Evan feel that Nicole did not love him enough.
Not being concerned enough meant that she did not love him enough.
The look in his eyes darkened as he looked at her. She can’t possibly have fallen in love with that old man Stephen, can she?
