He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 143: In This Sorry State of Yours, Are You Trying to Drop Dead?

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: In This Sorry State of Yours, Are You Trying to Drop Dead?

"So what?" Her brow furrowed slightly, giving her an unexpectedly delicate, beautiful look.

He stared, mesmerized. Cupping the back of her head, he leaned in and kissed her.

She allowed it, neither responding nor refusing.

He nipped at her earlobe and said fiercely, "So, let’s just stay bound together."

"Why bother? Wouldn’t it be better to find someone you love and spend your life with her?" She thought Theodore Grant was a little pathetic.

He sighed, almost inaudibly. "How do you know I don’t love you?"

Her gaze flickered.

’Love me?’

’Does he even know what love is?’

’His ’love’ is just possessiveness.’

’That’s not what love is.’

’Love is about forgiveness, understanding, and absolute trust.’

’Theodore Grant could never manage any of that.’

"I stopped loving you a long time ago, and I will never fall in love with you again."

"There might be a miracle. I hope for a miracle."

His voice became unusually gentle.

’He knew winning back her trust would be difficult.’

’She’s the one who walked right into my trap.’

’Now that she’s come back to me, I have no intention of letting her go so easily.’

’Call me a pervert, say my possessiveness is out of control.’

’I don’t care.’

The man’s scorching kisses trailed downward as his rough hands tore at her buttons and gripped her waist tightly.

"Theodore Grant, I’m really on my period."

She noticed something was wrong with him.

His body was burning hot.

She reached out and touched the man’s forehead. Good heavens, he had a fever.

"You have a fever." She tried to push him away.

But he just held her tighter, a smirk playing on his lips. "Worried about me?"

"I just think you’re weak. You get a fever from a little bit of rain." She scoffed, her voice full of disdain.

"I’m weak?"

’I could take her right here, right now.’

’Fever or not, it wouldn’t matter.’

Before she had a moment to think, his hand clamped down on the back of her neck, and his mouth crashed against hers in an aggressive, biting kiss.

The harshness of it hurt her.

She raised her hand and slapped him. "Can you get a grip?"

"I’m perfectly clear-headed." His eyes were bloodshot, like a rabbit’s. Natalie Morgan suddenly laughed. "Go look in a mirror. Look at the state you’re in. I’m afraid you’re going to drop dead any minute, and I have no desire to be implicated."

Natalie Morgan pushed Theodore Grant away and walked out of the bathroom.

He turned on the cold water and splashed his face.

’It’s just a fever.’

’It’s not like it’s going to kill me.’

Looking at his reflection, he saw his face was indeed a little flushed.

「The next day.」

Theodore Grant made a point of personally driving Natalie Morgan to the auction house.

Before she left, he didn’t forget to deliver a threat. "Keep your distance from that punk. I can have him out of a job whenever I want."

Natalie Morgan ignored him.

She slammed the car door and walked off without a backward glance.

Rebuffed, Theodore Grant was in a foul mood.

When he got to the office, he had three straight hours of meetings. Combined with the fact that his fever from the night before still hadn’t broken, he looked to be in rough shape.

"Mr. Grant, maybe we should go to the hospital for an IV drip?" Weller Kendall said, afraid something might happen.

With his feet propped up on the desk and a fever-reducing patch on his forehead, the man waved a hand dismissively. "I’m not that fragile."

"I think it’s because you never fully recovered after getting stabbed and then jumping into the sea to save someone," Weller Kendall muttered.

’As if Theodore Grant didn’t know the reason.’

’But he wasn’t going to blame Natalie Morgan.’

’He had done it all willingly.’

"Is there anything else? If not, you can leave."

Weller Kendall remained standing there, hesitating and humming to himself for a moment, unsure whether he should speak.

Theodore Grant frowned. "Spit it out."

"It’s about the investigation into Felix Finch. Are you... up for hearing it now?" Weller Kendall asked, seeing that Theodore Grant had little energy.

The man’s eyes were closed, but he weakly lifted a finger.

He motioned for him to speak.

"Yes, sir." Weller Kendall cleared his throat. "About the Old Master’s illness back then... it turns out, we didn’t actually need your wife’s blood to treat him."

"Felix Finch’s claim that your wife’s blood was needed to treat the Old Master was a complete and utter fabrication."

Theodore Grant slowly opened his eyelids.

His dark eyes were filled with a bone-chilling cold.

"Continue."

"Mr. Grant, while it’s true that your wife’s blood contained an antibody that could alleviate the Old Master’s condition, this antibody can be produced by any healthy person. It’s especially prominent in pregnant women. In other words... the Old Master could have been treated with blood from any other pregnant woman. What’s more, it didn’t require a large quantity—a single syringe would have sufficed."

"The Old Master’s condition improving after the transfusion of your wife’s blood was merely a coincidence. It didn’t provide any actual, substantial benefit to his illness."

"I suspect his motive for doing this was to exacerbate the tense relationship between you and your wife at the time."

’Revenge?’

’That seemed to be the only plausible reason.’

’It all started with his ’chance encounter’ with Natalie Morgan.’

’From Wanda Lynch taking Natalie’s place, to Maxwell Morgan’s faked death, and then the Old Master’s illness.’

’Felix Finch had meticulously planned it all, step by step.’

’His ultimate goal was to make him and Natalie Morgan despise one another.’

’And he had succeeded.’

’To this day, their relationship was still like fire and water.’

’She would probably never forgive him for what he’d done to her.’

"Keep investigating. I want to see just how many despicable, shameless things he has done."

Weller Kendall nodded. "Understood. I’ll keep digging. Mr. Grant, should you warn your wife to be careful around Felix Finch? He’s been meeting with Sean Lane frequently lately. I’m afraid he might..."

’Warn her?’

’Haven’t I warned her enough?’

’Does she ever listen?’

’She doesn’t trust me at all. No matter what I say, she’ll just think I’m slandering her precious ’senior’.’

’Fortunately, she’s right under my nose.’

’Even if Felix Finch wants to try something, it won’t be easy.’

The man tore the cooling patch off his forehead. "Come with me to the auction house."

"Yes, sir."

Theodore Grant arrived during the lunch hour.

The new company didn’t have an employee cafeteria.

There were few staff members, so everyone just ordered takeout.

Henry Hughes ordered some stir-fried pork with hot peppers and a plate of cold liangpi noodles, setting them on the communal lunch table.

One by one, people’s takeout orders arrived, and everyone put them together.

The atmosphere was great, and Natalie Morgan enjoyed eating these potluck-style meals with her colleagues.

Henry Hughes sat next to Natalie Morgan.

He was young and loved to tell jokes, so he was the most lively one at the table.

He had everyone roaring with laughter from time to time.

Just as Theodore Grant walked in, Henry Hughes finished telling a joke that had Natalie Morgan doubled over with laughter.

"Hughes, you should really be a stand-up comedian."

She was sitting with her back to the door and didn’t notice Theodore Grant’s arrival.

But the colleagues sitting across from her saw the CEO. Their smiles vanished, and they all stood up, suddenly polite and reserved.

The woman who had been laughing and joking just a second before turned, saw Theodore Grant, and her expression immediately turned to ice.

Everyone quickly packed up their lunch boxes and left the dining area.

Theodore Grant pulled up a chair next to Natalie Morgan and chuckled. "I never knew you were so two-faced at work. You seem to be having a grand time."

"My colleagues aren’t my enemies, so of course I can laugh," she snapped back.

She started packing up her half-eaten lunch, getting ready to leave.

He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, forcing her to sit down. "I haven’t eaten yet."