Worship The Ground You Walk On

Claudia felt as if a century had passed. She was curled up in a corner of the big bed with a pale face.

Unlike before, after having sex with her, he didn't avoid her as quickly and disgustingly as he had avoided garbage.

He took a shower and came out of the dressing room. Then he stood casually on the edge of the bed, arranging his clothes. He lowered his eyes. He buttoned his shirt cuffs as he stared at Claudia with contempt.

Perhaps because of the light from the bedroom lamp, his expressionless handsome face looked very scary and eerie.

After a long time, he wanted to say something. He slightly opened his cold lips. He looked at Claudia with gloomy eyes.

Ben looked at her. However, he paused and somehow held his tongue in the end.

His fierce gaze swept over every inch of her body. Her snow-white skin was covered with light and heavy bruises. He gazed at her and abruptly curled his lips into a sneer.

His laugh was short and sounded a bit mocking.

At the same time, the imperceptible and complex look in his eyes was soon replaced by an indifferent look. In the end, he did not say a word, just straightened his clothes, turned around, and left the bedroom.

As the door closed, Claudia's long, slender eyelashes fluttered. She poked her little head out from under the quilt.

She barely managed to support her very sore body and struggled to sit up. Then she got out of bed and picked up the medical report from the floor.

This seemingly simple move took almost all of her remaining strength. She leaned weakly against the head of the bed. Her eyes darkened as she looked at the diagnosis in the results column on the sheet.

The next day, after the morning meeting, Nate knocked on the door, entered the CEO's office, and handed Ben a few documents.

Ben skimmed through them and quickly signed each one of them.

Nate took away the documents and just turned around when he heard his boss's mellow voice behind him.

“Wait!”

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, “Yes, sir?”

someone to check out her daily necessities. And investigate the others

Nate was surprised and momentarily confused. Then he

word was out

but his wife could be the person

Nate,

wondered how Mrs. Crawford could have contracted such a strange disease when she had always been so

to him that his boss

to the French window. The dazzling sunshine outside the window enveloped him. His eyes were inscrutable and looked as deep as the ocean. And his eyes looked so complex

Winifred's sudden arrival caught Claudia off

Winifred's gloomy face made her look like a bloodthirsty demon from hell. And she didn't even look at Claudia, who came to greet her. She

walked straight

ears, “I can't believe that you're such a flirtatious slut even if you can't talk at all!”

it to you? It seems that

was like a poisoned knife. Then she poked its sharp edge on Claudia's heart, leaving her wound dripping with

you say so! No one is begging for you to stay with us. If you don't want to stay, get out

don't want the Crawford Group's reputation to be ruined by you. Claudia, you'd better behave yourself!”

with Conrad in his arms.

hostile. Then she went forward and gently took the baby from the secretary's hand,

immersed in sleep. Even though he was being held in Winifred's arms, he had his little eyes closed, who looked even

much about her grandson. She stroked the child's little cheek and said softly, “Come home with Grandma. My dear

look on her face, Winifred had already turned her eyes to her and said coldly, “Starting today, I'm taking Conrad away from

turned around and walked out,

Before she could catch up with Winifred,

He nodded respectfully to Claudia and said

drawled, but Claudia

it would be

soon as possible!” He gave her a deep look and turned

at the foyer. As she watched the Maybach drive away, she felt her

in the distance, the housekeeper and the nanny were whispering. Although they only said a few words in a slightly lower voice, Claudia still