Chapter 133

This news brought a fleeting smile to Jennifer’s face. “That’s excellent. I’ll ensure you get a generous bonus at the end of the year.”

“Thank you, Ms. Simpson. The Spencer Group’s stock has been dropping, and the shareholders are agitated. Murray is nothing special; he’s just a spoiled rich kid, not suited for business,” Lucy said arrogantly.

Jennifer replied, “Lucy, don’t belittle Murray. He’s hard to read and keeps his emotions in check. I specifically investigated him to take him down, but the plan failed because of Natalie. Be extra cautious.”

“Okay, Ms. Simpson. We’ll be careful.”

Jennifer hung up the phone, opened the door, and went downstairs to check on Wendy.

Nick was watching Wendy take her medicine.

Jennifer smiled and thought, ‘Wendy got suspicious anyway. How did she know? When did she start suspecting?’

“The paternity test reassured her, but she still seemed changed!”

Seeing Wendy take her medicine, Jennifer returned to her room to rest. She needed to find out what Colin liked and plan her next moves.

After drinking the tonic, Wendy pretended to be weak and leaned against the sofa.

“Nick, what’s in this tonic? I feel weaker the more I drink it. Lately, my memory’s getting worse, and I keep forgetting things.”

Nick’s eyes flickered as he thought the medicine was taking effect. He comforted Wendy with a smile, “You’ve been so busy with the company recently, stressed out and overwhelmed. You’ll get through it. After a few days of rest, you’ll be back to normal. Don’t worry. I’m here with you.”

Wendy looked at him puzzled and asked, “Really?”

“Yes. Trust me,” Nick said, but the patience in his eyes was fading. Lately, he had his own problems.

He thought anxiously, ‘What’s happening to me? No medicine worked for me. The doctor said I have been overusing medication. But I only used it occasionally. Why has it become so? It’s killing me just to imagine being deprived of the joy of sex forever. It feels worse than death.'

Lately, Nick even kept a distance from Wendy in case she would be suspicious.

“I see. I’m going upstairs to rest. I’ll handle the work issues. Don’t worry.”

Wendy was about to leave, but after a moment’s thought, she picked up a brown bottle from the coffee table, a tonic that Nick often consumed, and handed it to him. She gave him a teasing look. “Nick, I’m going to take a bath. Drink this and come up.”

Nick caught on to Wendy’s hint and smiled awkwardly. “Okay. I’ll be up soon.”

Watching Wendy’s perfect figure, Nick felt his mind was in turmoil. His body was desperate for it, but he was physically incapable. If this continued, he’d break down. Furthermore, he felt he’d been losing track of things recently as well.

After going upstairs, Wendy turned to look at Nick sitting in the hall, and a mysterious smile appeared on her face as she thought, ‘Nick, you won’t be able to beat me. At Mr. Wayne’s birthday party, there should be some interesting drama to watch.'

Natalie didn’t wake up until the next afternoon. Her whole body was weak. She wanted to turn over, but her back was sore. However, when she opened her eyes, she saw Easton.

He looked worn out, like he hadn’t slept all night, still wearing last night’s clothes.

Natalie frowned, her voice hoarse. “Why are you still here?”

Seeing that Natalie had woken up, Easton felt relieved.

“You’re my wife, and you’re in the hospital. Where do you think I’d be?” Easton’s voice was also hoarse, with a hint of annoyance.

Natalie felt amused. “Easton, can’t you see my whole body is screaming out how much I can’t stand you? You can leave now. I don’t want to see you.”

Natalie closed her eyes. She couldn’t understand why Easton suddenly decided not to divorce her.

Easton stood up and said, “Have a good rest. I have a meeting at the branch in the morning. Once it’s over, I’ll come to pick you up, and we can talk.”

Natalie opened her eyes and looked at him. “There’s nothing I want to talk with you besides the divorce. As long as you are involved, I can’t catch the person behind last night’s incident.”

Easton’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he thought, ‘Damn it. I really couldn’t trace the person behind it. She didn’t trust me, and nothing I said would change her mind.’

Easton sighed softly and turned to leave. At the doorway, he ran into Murray, who was carrying lunch. Murray had changed into casual clothes and looked even more charming.

Easton’s eyes burned with anger. “What are you doing here?”

Murray smiled with sparkling mischief in his eyes. “Mr. Garcia, didn’t you see the lunch in my hands? I know Natalie won’t eat what you bought, and if I didn’t come, she’d go hungry.”

Murray's words struck a sensitive spot in Easton’s heart. The way she felt for him now was arrest. Easton sighed and then said a stroke of day with annoyance in his eyes as he walked away.

Murray brought the lunch. Natalie heard Murray’s voice and slowly sat up.