Mia Lane felt his anger, and instinctively wanted to break free, but he only gripped tighter. Every second made Monica Usher feel suffocated! Eventually, Mia Lane compromised... She stopped struggling and just slumped over him, blinking her watery eyes as she looked at him. For a moment, Justin Kingston felt she was like a gentle little bunny, simply obeying and staying pressed against him without moving. The scene stung Monica Usher at the door, making her tighten her fist against the hem of her dress! She couldn’t bear it, yet she could only endure it gracefully! Seeing that she wasn’t resisting, Justin Kingston tried to let her go. Mia Lane steadied herself, grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth disdainfully, and inadvertently raised her eyes, only to see the woman standing at the door. "Ahem." Mia Lane reminded the man on the bed. As Justin Kingston turned his eyes, Monica Usher stepped inside, her gaze always on Justin Kingston, intentionally ignoring Mia Lane. "I heard you were hospitalized, so I came on behalf of the executives to see you." She stood by the bed, both sad and distressed, her voice filled with tenderness, "What did the doctor say? Are you okay?" Before Justin Kingston could answer, Mia Lane stepped forward to leave, but he quickly grabbed her wrist again! Stopping her in her tracks. "Where are you going?" Justin Kingston ignored Monica Usher’s concern, staring at the woman about to leave. Mia Lane felt frustrated, it was too crowded with three people, didn’t he realize? "Your husband is sick and hospitalized, yet as the deputy director, she’s representing the company’s executives for condolences." He complained, "Shouldn’t you, as the wife, be on watch 24 hours a day?" Mia Lane felt embarrassed. He gently pulled her to sit down beside him on the edge of the bed. Showing a real display of affection in front of Monica Usher. Monica Usher felt discomfort in her heart! If she stayed any longer, she might die from anger! "You rest well, don’t worry about the company’s matters, I’ll handle them for you." Monica Usher looked at him and left. Her steps weren’t fast, but Justin Kingston didn’t stop her, nor did he say a word of thanks. In the hospital corridor, she felt such heartache she couldn’t breathe, wondering why she rushed to the hospital; was she seeking trouble? Seeking to upset herself? On the way back to the company, she gripped the steering wheel, feeling she had lost completely. Mia Lane pulled her wrist free, stood up and said, "Everyone’s gone now, stop acting!" This text is hosted at novel[f]ire.net "Who said it’s acting?" Justin Kingston looked at her, "We’re married, is acting even necessary?" She found it odd though, how did he know she was with Anton Miller? The place was quite remote. In a moment of distraction, Mia Lane realized Justin Kingston’s gaze was like a searchlight on her face! "You know?" Justin Kingston’s lips slightly curled, "Anton Miller’s club closed because of you, he disbanded the team, abandoned his dreams." "What club?" She didn’t know anything about it. "If you keep mixing with him, I don’t know what might happen next." Justin Kingston warned, "You might never see Gigi and Dolly again." Mia Lane’s face changed instantly, seeing the seriousness and warning in his eyes. "I’m not patient; this won’t be reminded again." "You’re a devil." Mia Lane looked coldly back at him, "Why did you close Anton Miller’s club? You clearly care about him!" "Don’t mention him in front of me!" He said displeased, "I don’t want to hear his name from your mouth!" Mia Lane met his gaze and found it amusing. Just then, Justin Kingston’s phone rang from a bag not far away. "Help me get it." He said naturally to her. The ringtone continued, and he was inconveniently getting out of bed with the IV. Mia Lane helped him with the phone and inadvertently glanced at the screen; it was a call from his mother. Handing the phone to him, Justin Kingston glanced at the screen and looked up at her, "You answer it."