Ch. 141..150
Chapter 141
Fraser's face darkened, his voice ice-cold and terrifying. "A minor incident? You got kidnapped and thrown off a damn cliff, and you call that a minor incident?"
Summer froze at Fraser's frigid words.
Even if she was slow to catch on, she could still feel the anger radiating from him. "Why are you so mad? Just because I didn't tell you I was kidnapped?"
Fraser's dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable yet piercing. "Is that all I am to you? Someone so insignificant I don't even
deserve to know?"
So insignificant that even when you were hurt. I never crossed your mind.
Summer clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm.
Yes, her phone had been broken, and Julia sent someone to deliver a new one the next day
So why didn't she tell him?
Because it wasn't necessary.
She didn't even know if he was back.
She didn't know if another woman's voice would answer on
n the other end.
Besides, their relationship was already coming to an end. There was no point in saying anything
But Summer's eyes still burned, her chest still tightened with frustration, and a mist of tears welled up at the corners of her
eyes.
She sniffed and forced herself to sound calm. "Inever said that. If you're just here to argue, come back another day. I'm not in the mood"
Hat Did she think I came to argue?
The moment he heard she had been kidnapped and thrown off a cliff, he felt panic like never before. He'd rushed to the hospital without a second thought.
Even when Trevor, that little punk, had been the one to save her, the only thing that had mattered to him was that she was alive.
And yet, this woman thought he was here to argue..
A sharp pain tightened in Fraser's chest.
He wanted to shake some sense into her, but damn, he felt like a fool.
His gaze bore into hers for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable. Without a word, he turned and walked towards the door.
Just as he reached the doorway-
A soft cough came from behind him.
His footsteps halted. His jaw clenched. His fingers curled into a tight fist, veins visible beneath his skin.
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Under immense pressure, she finally managed to insert the IV needle properly.
The moment they stepped out of the room, she let out a shaky breath, realizing she was covered in a cold sweat.
"That was intense. I swear, if I messed up, that guy would've had my nursing license revoked on the spot."
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The other nurse giggled. "Did you see the way he looked at Ms. Stewart? His eyes were locked on her like she was the only person in the world."
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Summer leaned against the hospital bed, watching the IV drip
It had already been two hours.
She glanced over at Fraser, who was lounging lazily on the sola, his head lowered as he scrolled through his phone, handling
work.
"I have a caretaker. If you have things to do."
At her words, Fraser lifted his gaze from the screen, glancing at her with an unreadable expression. His voice was calm yet piercing. "Are you that desperate to get rid of me?"
Summer stiffened, swallowing back the rest of her sentence.
She decided not to engage with him any further and went back to texting Yvette.
Yvette was overseas filming and had wanted to fly back the moment she heard what happened to Summer,
But Summer stopped her.
Her injuries weren't that serious-just a wound on her right leg that made walking diflicult for now. She figured a week in the hospital, and she'd be discharged.
Yvette sent a message. "So, when you sold Trevor that Peyton was behind the kidnapping, how did he react? Did he believe you?"
Summer replied, "Not sure."
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Yvette texted back, "Guess stripping her down last time didn't teach her a lesson Just wait till I get back-I'll make sure she pays the price for inf
Summer hadn't mentioned to Yvette that Peyton and Trevor had slept together, Bringing it up would only make it seem like she cared.
Even though the second she found out, she'd felt absolutely disgusted.
Yvette texted, "By the way, does Mr. Graham know you fell off a cliff? Did Trevor rushing in to save you make him jealous? If this were a drama, the male lead would be drowning in jealousy by now."
Jealous? No. Pissed off? Definitely. Like he was ready to tear me apart.
Summer glanced up from her phone and looked towards the balcony, where Fraser was on a call.
The VIP hospital suite had its own bathroom, a sofa, and even a private balcony.
Fraser stood outside, phone pressed to his ear, his other hand resting on the railing
His voice was cold and sharp, carrying the kind of authority that made it clear he wasn't in the mood for excuses.
She could only imagine how miserable the poor guy on the other side of the call must've felt.
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Unspoken Tension
But faced with his cold, hard-edged attitude, she wisely shut her mouth.
After a while, she lay on the bed, tossing and turning.
She glanced at Fraser, still pacing on the balcony, taking one call after another.
It was like he'd turned her hospital room into his personal office.
She hesitated, debating whether to ask for his help, but after some thought, she dropped the idea.
Instead, she sent a
a message
sage to Leona.
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Leona texted, "Ms. Stewart, Mrs. Stewart made a nutritious meal. I'm on my way back now. If you need anything urgently. just ring the nurse."
The nurse!
Summer immediately thought of the way the nurses had looked at her earlier- gossiping, teasing, full of knowing smirks.
Summer wanted to disappear into thin air-there was no way she was calling them for help.
But she had a bigger problem.
Her legs were tightly pressed together, and she was reaching her limit.
She glanced at the bathroom, quickly calculating the distance from her bed.
With a deep breath, she gritted her teeth and decided to do it on her own.
Summer carefully shifted to the edge of the bed, placing her uninjured foot on the floor as she wobbled unsteadily to stand.
She took a deep breath, bracing herself against the bedside table. Balancing on one foot, she stretched out her hand, reaching for the IV bag.
Just as she was about to reach it, a strong, steady hand suddenly appeared above her, effortlessly taking down the IV bag
Startled, Summer looked up and met Fraser's deep, dark gaze head-on.
They were standing so close she could see her own reflection in his gaze. Her heart skipped a beat.
Fraser's sharp eyes scanned her from head to toe, stopping at her tightly pressed legs. He narrowed his gaze. "What, a few days in the hospital and you've forgotten how to ask for help?"
Like All I was going to ask him for help.
"I can do it myself. She reached for the IV bag, determined to handle it on her own, and hopped her way to the bathroom.
Fraser let out a low chuckle, lips curling in a smirk. "Still so stubborn. That temper
of yours is something else. Do you save all of it just for me?"
Summer, red-faced and desperate, glared at him. "I do not!"
"Sure, sure, you don't," he said, his tone as dismissive as if he were humoring a sulking child.
But seeing her struggle, Fraser stopped teasing.
He held onto the IV bag-then, without warning, bent down and scooped her up effortlessly, his arms sliding beneath her
knees
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Flustered and Trapped
Fraser finished adjusting the IV stand and stood there, his tall frame casting a shadow over her.
Summer hesitated before saying. "Can you step out for a moment?"
Fraser leaned against the doorframe, his expression indifferent. "Haven't I already seen everything"
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That's not the point! Just because he'd seen everything before didn't mean he needed to stand there while she used the
bathroom!
Her nerves were already on edge, and the pressure in her lower abdomen wasn't
helping.
"Just go," she gritted out.
Fraser didn't budge.
Summer squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning as she blurted out, "I can't pee with you standing there!"
Above her, she swore she heard the faint trace of a low, amused chuckle.
Only then did Fraser finally step out, taking his time.
Just before the bathroom door clicked shut, his voice drifted in. "Try not to fall in. I'm not giving you a bath.
Who the hell asked him to?
Summer huffed, quickly pulled down her pants, and finally relieved herself.
Flushing the toilet, she
That's when it happened,
I stood back up, balancing on one leg, and bent down to pull her pants back on
The bathroom door swung open.
Summer froze.
Her hands stopped mid-motion, and her pants slipped back down to her ankles.
One thought flashed through her mind-thank God I flushed.
Fraser strolled in casually, raising an eyebrow as his dark gaze swept over her smooth, slender legs, his eyes darkening slightly.
Without a hint of hesitation, he stepped forward, bent down, and pulled her pants up for ber-like it was the most natural thing in the world.
His fingertips brushed lightly against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. Goosebumps prickled along her legs, a mix of embarrassment and frustration bubbling inside her.
Fraser smirked, his voice teasing. "You're staring too hard. If you keep looking at me like that, I might just take it the wrong. way. But tell me-are you even in shape for that right now?"
Summer scowled "Pervert."
Fraser couldn't help but be amused by her frustrated expression. With ease, he scooped her up and carried her over to the
The sound of rushing water filled the quiet room.
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Finished
But Summer's mind wasn't on washing her hands.
All she could think about was this shameless man-the smug, self-satisfied look
on his face when he so boldly helped her with her pants.
She debated splashing water on him.
Unfortunately, she wasn't bold enough to follow through.
Once she was finally back in bed, she yanked the covers over herself, burying even her head under the banket.
Clearly signaling-I'm going to sleep. Leave me alone.
Fraser stood beside the bed, one hand casually in his pocket. He glanced at the lump under the blanket and let out a low chuckle. "What's the matter, Summer? Too shy to even look at me?"
She already knew exactly why he was acting like this-payback for not telling him she was hurt right away.
What a petty man.
From under the blanket, she muttered, "Don't you know patients need plenty of rest?"
In other words, she was telling him he was being too loud and annoying her.
Fraser clicked his tongue, clearly amused. "Never seen a patient so full of energy before."
Summer rolled her eyes under the blanket.
Yeah, thanks to you.
Fraser reached out and tugged the blanket down, revealing Summer's flushed face. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, the contrast against the crisp white sheets making her features appear even softer-almost too tempting to resist.
Her face was still flushed with lingering embarrassment from earlier. With her eyes closed, she mumbled, "I don't want to look at you right now,"
Fraser's lips curled into an amused smirk. With his long fingers, he gently pinched her cheek.
"Well, that's a problem because I haven't seen enough of you yet."
Meanwhile, in another VIP hospital room
Peyton walked in carrying a thermos of chicken soup she had spent three hours making. She wore a floral dress with a soft knit cardigan draped over her shoulders, her makeup perfectly done.
But the room was empty.
Frowning, she turned to leave-just as the door opened and a nurse wheeled Trevor inside.
"Trevor, where were you? You just had surgery-you should be resting"
Trevor's sharp gaze locked onto her, cold and unreadable, as if he were looking at a stranger.
A chill crept down Peyton's spine under his intense stare.
She instinctively touched her face. Trevor, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?".
Trevor waved a hand, dismissing the nurse. Once they were alone, his voice was calm but edged with something unreadable.
Flustered and Trapped
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Crash!
Peyton's face went deathly pale. Her grip loosened, and the thermos slipped from her hands, clattering onto the floor.
The chicken soup splattered across the floor.
Peyton rushed to Trevor's wheelchair, panic in her voice. "Trevor, why would you
say that? Did someone tell you something? Was it Summer?"
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A Harsh Reality
Trevor's expression darkened, his voice low and cold. "How do you know it was her?"
Finished
"Because she hates me-hates that I took you from her, hates that I stole your attention. She's making things up. Trevor Don't believe her."
Trevor clenched his jaw. "So even the part about us sleeping together was a lie? Weren't you the one who told her?"
Peyton's eyes filled with panic.
She had been so sure Summer wouldn't make it out of that kidnapping alive
That was the only reason she had told her everything at the warehouse-because she wanted to see Summer consumed by jealousy and rage.
But those two kidnappers turned out to be useless cowards. Not only did they fail to get rid of her, but they let her walk away jalive.
Trevor slammed his palm against the armrest of his wheelchair. "Didn't I tell you not to say anything?"
Tears instantly streamed down Peyton's face. Trevor, please, you have to believe me! I didn't mean to... That day, Summer and I were both kidnapped. She slapped me, yanked my hair, and made me beg for forgiveness. She told me I deserved to die! I lost control for a second-that's the only reason I said anything. I never meant to... Summer pushed me into it."
Trevor watched her cry, her delicate face twisted with grief. But his expression remained unreadable.
I've already sent people after the kidnappers. They'll be caught soon enough. I hope you had nothing to do with this. But if you did... I won't protect you this time."
Peyton shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face. "Trevor, please, you have to believe me. I had nothing to do with those men! And besides, I'm pregnant-why would I take that kind of risk?"
The moment Peyton mentioned the pregnancy, a vein pulsed on Trevor's forehead, and his gaze turned even colder.
He took a slow, deep breath before speaking, his tone chillingly firm. "Our family is Catholic. Premarital sex is against our beliefs. If you want to keep this baby, I'll give you a sum of money and send you abroad. If you don't, 111 arrange for a doctor"
Peyton's chest tightened as she fought back tears. "How can you be so cruel to me? If it were Summer carrying your child. would you treat her this way?"
Trevor fell silent for a moment.
If Summer were the one pregnant..
There was no way he'd send her away. He would go against his entire family for her. He would protect her and their baby, no matter what.
But that was just wishful thinking.
As Trevor stood there, lost in thought, Peyton felt a wave of despair.
She had spent so much time scheming, playing every card she had, but in the end, this man was never truly hers.
Overcome with emotion, she turned and ran out of the room.
A week later, Summer was finally discharged from the hospital.
A Harsh Reality
Julia stepped forward with a warm smile. "Summer, why don't you come home with me after you're discharged? I've already set up your room, and we have staff to take better care of you?
Summer's expression remained neutral "No need. I'm going back to my own place
For the past two weeks, Julia had visited the hospital every day
Summer had tried to send her away multiple times, but she kept coming back
Even the meals Leona brought daily were all made by Julia
They weren't particularly great, but Summer didn't complain
Julia was in many ways, a good mother
The problem was for so many years, she had only shown love to Margaret creating ber like her real daughter while Summer was left in the background.
It wasn't until recently that Julia had started regretting her actions and desperately trying to mend their relationship
Julia tried again. That won't do. You just recovered-1 wouldn't feel comfortable leaving you alone at home. If you don't want to stay at the Stewart estate, how about I move in with you! That way, I can take care of you myself"
Summer felt a headache coming on
Before she could respond the sound of heels clicking against the four filled the
room
ith me. Yvette declared confidently, her heels clicking sharply as she strode into the hospital room. I have a housekeeper, and there's already a room set up for Summer. My place is clearly the best option
Julia had never been particularly fond of Yvette.
Julia had always assumed that someone from a modest background working in
the entertainment industry wouldn't exactly be a good influence.
But things were different now.
If she wanted to rebuild her relationship with Summer, she'd need to accept everyone important to her daught
Yvette
Julia forced a smile. You must be Yvette. I know you and Summer are close. But with your busy schedule, how will you be able to take care of her?"
Before Summer could speak up and say she didn't need anyone to take care of her, there was a knock at the door
A tall imposing figure stood in the doorway. His presence immediately caught everyone's attention in the room.
Even in the bustling hospital hallway, he stood out, drawing the gazes of nurses and patients alike.
Jasper's eyes lit up when he saw him "Mr. Graham what brings you heret
Fraser dressed casually in black walked into the room with effortless confidence. Without hesitation, he approached
Summer and gently wrapped an arm around her waist.
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"Since when do I need to report to you?" Fraser responded casually
Jasper laughed awkwardly, clearly embarrassed.
Fraser turned to Summer, his expression softening as he gently said. "Let's go."
Immediately, three pairs of eyes shifted between Summer and Fraser.
Were they already living together!
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Julia felt uncomfortable. She hadn't even fully repaired her relationship with Summer yet, and now someone had swooped in and stolen her daughter away.
Jasper secretly celebrated. If they were already living together, engagement and marriage wouldn't be far behind. That meant Stewart Group's 14-billion-dollar investment project might finally have a solid backer.
Summer subtly took a step away from Fraser. "I'm going to stay at Yvette's.
As soon as she said it, Fraser's gaze snapped sharply towards Yvette.
In that instant. Yvette felt an overwhelming wave of pressure and intimidation radiating from him. Sorry, Summer.
With a stiff smile, Yvette quickly backpedaled. "You know, Mrs. Stewart made a great point earlier. I'll be traveling for work soon, so my place isn't really an option."
Summer rolled her eyes. Wow. Some best friend you are.
Seeing an opportunity, Jasper quickly chimed in. "Mr. Graham, if you're willing to look after Summer, we'd feel much more at ease. Summer, you should definitely stay with Fraser."
Summer's irritation grew as she watched Jasper eagerly try to sell her off.
Jasper flashed a smile. “Mr. Graham, you should stop by the Stewart estate sometime. It'd be a great way for our families to get closer."
With that, Jasper quickly pulled Julia-still visibly hesitant-out of the room
Yvette watched as everyone left and figured it was her chance to slip away too. But just as she took a step in her heels, Summer grabbed her hand, stopping her in place.
"I'm
'm staying with you," Summer insisted.
Yvette shot her a nervous look and whispered, “Uh... and what about him?"
Summer turned to Fraser with a perfectly straight face. "Sorry, but Yvette just went through a breakup, her career's in shambles, she's emotionally wrecked, stress- eating, and basically falling apart. She really needs me right now, so I have to stay with her for a while to help her through it."
Yvette stared at Summer, speechless and irritated.
Bestie, could you not curse me like this?
Before Fraser could even respond, Summer grabbed Yvette's hand and quickly dragged her out towards the parking lot
On their way out, Yvette shot multiple puzzled glances at Summer.
She wondered if Summer's time in the hospital had somehow messed with her head Why elle would she willingle ditch
Making Her Own Decisions
Sumuner sighed. "Ujust need some pice and quiet
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With Sumer settled in the passenger seat. Wette pressed the gas and pulled out of the hospitali
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Tires shrieked against the pavement as a deck set-back sports cars are limited- emon model-got in front of them lie a fish of lighting coming to a dead say and bis king their path
Yvette gasped and assed on the brakes
The next second the car doser wung opens
A tall. Sevad-shouldered man stepped our of the car, his long legs clad in black casual pants, exuding effortless dominance.
Without hestaron be damned the door shut behind him and strode towards their car, each step steady and deliberate
Even from inside the vehicle, boch women could teel the intensity of his presEINE
Fraser stopped at the passenger side, bed his hand and tapped his knuckles against the window.
Summer frowned but slow rolled it down a faint smirk geting at her lips What's wrong"
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"Wette needs me right now. I have to stay with her
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Fraser's gaze remained steady his tone dropping even lower. "I won't say it again
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Behind them impatient horking brake the silence.
The basement parking lot was getting backed up-cars were trapped behind them, and the noise only grew louder
Yvette leaned in urgently and whispered in Summer's ear, Babe, I really want to support you, but I'm filming a horror movie right now, and the director wants to keep it under wraps. Please don't make me a headline today. Maybe just go with him?
exhaled in defeat then reached for the door handle and stepped out
Without looking back she followed Fraser towards the sleek black sports car.
The engine reared as they sped down the open highway.
Streetlights thekered across the tinted windows, casting shifting shadows over Fraser's face, making his expression junreadable
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Fraser drove smoothly, taking a direct route into Ravenshire Boulevard, one of the most exclusive and heavily guarded neighborhoods in Havenbrook, where even the smallest property cost a fortune.
At the security checkpoint, the guards immediately recognized his license plate and opened the gates without hesitation.
The sleek black sports car cruised through the neighborhood without obstruction, heading straight to its designated parking
spot.
Summer had never been here before.
But she knew Ravenshire Boulevard wasn't just expensive-it was exclusive. Money alone wasn't enough to secure a home
here.
The people who lived here weren't just rich; they were the true power players-top executives, high-ranking officials, the elite of Havenbrook's social hierarchy.
Even the Stewart family, wealthy as they were, didn't even come close to making the cut.
As the car came to a stop. the passenger door swung open from the outside. Summer remained seated, momentarily stunned.
Fraser stood just outside, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, his gaze sweeping over her. "Ms. Stewart, do you need me to carry you inside?"
Summer frowned slightly before stepping out of the car.
A private elevator required a keycard to take them straight to the 66th-floor penthouse. One residence per floor-yet the building still had six elevators.
Pure luxury.
Summer followed Fraser inside.
To her surprise, the penthouse wasn't as cold and impersonal as she had expected.
Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the living room, offering a breathtaking panoramic view of the city. Outside, a long rectangular pool stretched across the balcony, its water shimmering under the soft glow of ambient lights.
A plusis white sectional sofa sat in the center of the living space, while an open- concept kitchen in muted gray and white tones gave the home a modern yet inviting feel.
Fraser casually tossed his keycard and car keys onto the counter before heading straight to the fridge. He opened it, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and twisted off the cap.
Summer watched him, then asked, "Where are we?"
Tilting his head back, Fraser drank the water in one go, his Adam's apple moving with each swallow. In the quiet, dimly lit room, the deep, husky sound seemed almost suggestive.
When he finished, his dark eyes locked onto Summer, who was still standing by the door.
His sharp, dark eyes held a piercing intensity before settling into an unreadable depth. "Summer, why don't you want to live with me?"
Summer shifted uncomfortably and looked away. "I it's not that. Yvette's been going through a rough time. She was falsely accused by some jerk recently, and I wanted to be there for her
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A Night of Heat and Desire.
Summer let out a soft moan, her voice sweet and sultry, the lingering note teasing like a whispered invitation.
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"You want me too." Fraser's eyes darkened dangerously, his gaze burning with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Desire flickered in his stare, raw and undeniable.
Summer fought to hold onto reason. "Fraser, we.... we should talk first."
"No."
Before she could react, Fraser leaned in again. One hand gripped her waist; the other tilted her chin, keeping her from turning away.
His lips crashed against hers, claiming her with a kiss that was both dominant and filled with raw desire.
A faint mix of cigarette smoke and pinewood filled the space between them.
Summer felt her blood heat up, her legs turning weak beneath her.
His large hands gently lifted her injured leg.
Then, at the last moment-
Summer's eyes snapped open. "Fraser, stop!"
Fraser pressed his forehead against hers, his deep gaze locking onto hers.
His voice was husky and rough. "I want you so badly tonight, Summer. Will you give yourself to me?"
The way he said her name-low and raspy-made her breath hitch.
She couldn't resist. Her hand, which had been pushing him away, slowly loosened.
In the next moment, his fingers unfastened the buttons of her shirt, one by one.
They slipped free, scattering to the floor.
In the dim light, her porcelain-white skin was an irresistible temptation.
TII be gentle. I won't touch your leg.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their silhouettes melting into each other against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air was thick with heat and desire, pulsing between them.
Summer felt light as air, like she was drifting through a dream. But at the same time, she was caught in the tide, pulled under by something deeper-something she couldn't resist. The waves carried her higher and higher, and all she could do was hold
1. on.
Afterward, Fraser carried her to the bathroom.
The clear water rippled in the tub as he stepped in, holding her close.
With her wrapped against his chest, he let the foamy body wash lather over their skin.
Even through the bubbles, faint red marks dotted her delicate body-stark, undeniable evidence of their night.
Fraser carefully wiped her down, his palm gliding over her skin-soft and smooth.
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Chapter 148
Unwelcome Encounters
Summer pushed back the covers and got out of bed.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the blue-and-white bedding, still carrying a faint, sweet scent.
It was her first time here, and she hadn't even had a chance to look around yesterday.
She took in her surroundings.
The bedroom was massive-nearly 1,000 square feet, bigger than her entire living
room.
Decorated in luxurious warm whites, it seamlessly connected to a spacious walk- in closet that stretched along the entire wall.
Inside, racks of limited-edition designer dresses filled the space. Summer pulled one out and checked the tag-it was this season's collection.
A rough estimate of the price? She wouldn't even know where to start.
Her shirt and skirt from yesterday had been ruined. She grabbed a nude-colored blouse and a pair of jeans from the closet and slipped them on.
No surprise-they fit perfectly.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she took a moment to look at herself.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she took in her reflection-her fair skin smooth and radiant. Dressed in a sleek, professional outfit, the dazzling sapphire necklace at her collarbone added the perfect finishing touch.
For a split second, the thought flashed through her mind-I look like I'm being kept
She shook her head, brushing the thought away.
Pushing open the bedroom door, she stepped out.
In the living room, a woman stood near the dining table. She wore a light blue dress with a cream-colored trench coat draped over her shoulders. Her sleek black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, framing her elegant and refined features.
Mia stepped forward and placed a thermos on the marble dining table, her sharp gaze sweeping over Summer from head to
Summer's long, wavy hair cascaded down her back. Her delicate features-bright, almond-shaped eyes, arched brows, and soft pink lips-made her the kind of beauty that was impossible to forget.
Today, she wore a nude blouse tucked neatly into her jeans, accentuating her slim waist and giving her a polished, effortless look.
Mia had always considered herself beautiful.
But the woman standing in front of her had something different-an effortless elegance and undeniable charm.
So, this was her-the woman Fraser had introduced as his girlfriend.
The same woman who had taken issue with her sitting next to him on a private jet.
Mia's chest tightened slightly at the thought.
No wonder Helen felt threatened. Unwelcome Encounters
To her. Fraser was in a league of his own-powerful, untouchable. No one was worthy of him.
Forcing a look of surprise onto her face, Mia spoke. "Who are you? And what are you doing in Fraser's house?"
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Her voice had a familiar ring to it-light, smooth, with a touch of sweetness. Summer felt like she had heard it somewhere before
But for now, she just couldn't place it.
Summer's guard went up. "Maybe you should be asking Fraser why I'm here."
"Oh, I see. I wasn't aware there was someone else here. I just stopped by to bring Fraser some homenfade soup."
Something about this woman put Summer on edge.
"And who exactly are you?"
In all the time she had known Fraser, she had never seen another woman around him.
Was she the fancée everyone had been talking about?
Mia's expression remained warm, effortlessly composed. "I grew up with the Grahams. You could say Fraser and I are childhood friends-we've always been close."
At her words, Summer looked down, having no interest in continuing the conversation. "If you're looking for him, you can call him yourself. I was just leaving."
Calling Fraser was out of the question.
Mia only ever came here under Helen's orders-always in secret.
Even the security code to the house had been given to her by Helen
And truthfully, this wasn't the first time she had helped Helen get rid of a woman trying to latch onto Fraser for wealth and
status
She had plenty of experience.
Still, she ignored Summer's coldness and tilted her head, feigning curiosity, "Miss, are you Fraser's mistress?"
The words were sharp and intentional. A quiet insult wrapped in feigned innocence.
Summer pressed her lips together but said nothing.
Truthfully, even she wasn't sure how to define her relationship with Fraser..
Mia let out a light laugh, her voice soft but cutting. "Oh, don't take it the wrong way. It's just that Fraser already has a fiancée- one the Graham family actually acknowledges. And since he's never mentioned you before, I just assumed you were like the others. insignificant, just a mistress."
The words cut deep, like a dagger straight to the heart.
A sharp, painful sting spread through Summer's chest, but she forced herself to remain calm. Her voice was ice-cold. "Miss, I don't think I need you to define my relationship with him. And frankly, it's none of your business"
With that, she turned on her heel and walked out without another word.
Mia watched her leave, the corner of her lips curling into a mocking smirk. Not so tough after all.
Chapter 149
A Nightmare Unfolds for Peyton and Josh
The driver navigated the road steadily while Mike sat in the front seat, relaying every detail of his report.
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In the back, Fraser held a document in his slender, well-defined fingers, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes flickering
with an unknown emotion.
The car soon pulled up in front of a two-story villa.
The driver parked, stepped out, and respectfully opened the back door. Fraser emerged, his long legs moving with effortlessi
grace.
He was dressed sharply today-dark pinstriped trousers paired with a light gray dress shirt. His cuffs were neatly fastened, and his
was meticulously knotted, giving him an air of composed authority. He looked like someone who had just come from an important business meeting.
Mike smoothed down his white dress shirt, then pulled out a key he had prepared in advance and unlocked the villa's door.
Almost immediately, the sounds of a woman's soft moans and a man's husky cries drifted through the house in broken
intervals.
"Ah... ah... Peyton, you're mine! No one else can have you!"
The bedroom on the first floor
On the bed, Peyton's flushed face and breathless gasps revealed just how much she was enjoying the moment.
Fraser's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes turning cold as he shot a glance at Mike. Mike was speechless.
Of all the things he expected, walking in on this-in the middle of the day-was not one of them,
He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Mr. Graham, I'll go pull them out right now."
Fraser lowered himself into a single-seater sofa, crossing one leg over the other. His black dress pants traced the sharp lines. of his long legs, emphasizing his striking physique. Even at rest, his presence was undeniably commanding.
Peyton was lost in the throes of pleasure, riding the high of her final moments. Then-bang! The bedroom door burst open with a deafening crash!
Josh, who was on top of Peyton, jerked his head up in shock.
His blood ran cold.
Panic overtook him as he tumbled off the bed, scrambling underneath it, his face drained of color.
"Who the heck are you! How did you get in here?" he shouted.
Peyton was still caught in the afterglow, but the sudden loud noise shattered her world. She nearly jumped out of her skin, her entire body trembling.
Without thinking, she shot up, grabbing the nearest blanket and wrapping it tightly around herself.
Mike's face twisted in disgust as he looked at the disheveled, barely clothed pair.
If Mr. Graham saw this, it would be an eyesore. Would he get rid of me first for letting this happen, or deal with these two disgraceful idiots!
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A Nightmare Unfolds for Peyton and Josh
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The once heated and intimate atmosphere inside the room was instantly replaced with an overwhelming sense of dread.
Peyton and Josh both turned ghostly pale, every last trace of color gone from their faces.
They scrambled to throw on their clothes as fast as possible, too afraid to test whether that intimidating man would actually follow through on his threat.
Josh shot Peyton a wary glance. "Do you know him? Who is he? Why the heck is he coming after us?"
Peyton was trembling uncontrollably, shaking her head again and again. She had no clue. Aside from that recent kidnapping incident, she hadn't crossed anyone.
Could it be Summer coming for revenge!
The two shot each other uneasy looks, silently reaching an agreement-run first, figure everything out later.
But before they could even move, the door was kicked open again. This time, the sheer force of the man's kick sent it flying off its hinges.
Mike stepped forward without hesitation, gripping each of them by the collar and dragging them straight into the living
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Josh, being a doctor and not particularly strong, was completely overpowered by the vice-like grip holding him down. He thrashed, but it was useless,
"Let me go! You're trespassing in broad daylight-this is illegal! I swear I'll call the cops! Peyton, don't worry, I've got you."
Peyton was in no shape to fight back either.
She instinctively clutched her stomach, her voice sharp with anger. Do you even know who I am! I'm Mr. Trevor's woman- the one he cherishes the most! If you lay a hand on me. he.. he'll make you pay!"
The man let out a low, menacing chuckle. His voice was eerily cold, dripping with a cruel amusement.
"If he finds out his precious woman has been sleeping around, what do you think he'll do?"
Mike didn't bother with pleasantries. He grabbed Peyton and Josh and threw them straight into the middle of the living.
Peyton fell to her knees.
Her eyes followed the length of sharply tailored black dress pants, moving up to see an undeniably handsome and striking
face.
Mr. Graham... from the Graham family!
Just like that, all of Peyton's arrogance disappeared. Her heart pounded, and her lips–trembled as she spoke.
"Mr. Graham? W-what... what are you doing here?"
Fraser leaned back lazily on the sofa, absentmindedly spinning a lighter between his fingers. His voice was smooth but laced with indifference. "Ms. Smith, my presence here depends entirely on what you've done."
Peyton's complexion turned ashen, but she tried to maintain her composure. "I..... I don't know what you mean."
Fraser lifted his wrist, glancing at his watch before speaking in a tone that left no room for negotiation. "You have 15 seconds to tell the truth. Don't waste my time.
Chapter 150
Fraser Shows No Mercy to Josh
Josh had never seen Havenbrook's notorious Fraser in person, but he had heard all the stories.
Arrogant. Unpredictable. Fearless. Absolutely ruthless.
Josh took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and stepped forward, instinctively shielding Peyton behind him.
"Mr. Graham, neither of us has ever crossed you. I don't understand why you're storming in here and throwing your power around for no reason.
Fraser lifted his gaze slightly, his icy stare slicing through Josh like a blade.
The moment those sharp, narrow eyes locked onto him, Josh felt a terrifying chill crawl up his spine..
Fraser's patience was gone. His voice turned sharp and cold. "Summer was kidnapped. Was it you?"
The second Peyton heard those words, panic surged through her.
So this is about Summer after all.
She frantically shook her head. "No, Mr. Graham, I was kidnapped that day too! There's no way I could have been involved."
Josh's face darkened, his expression tense.
"Peyton is a kind woman, and I am one of the most respected doctors in Havenbrook and Ameros, We have principles. There is no way we would do something so despicable.
Fraser let out a cold chuckle, the corner of his mouth lifting in mockery. "Moral and principled, huh? You two seemed to be having plenty of fun in bed. Only a fool like Trevor would buy into that lic,
Peyton's fingers clenched together so tightly they turned white.
She could deny the kidnapping all she wanted. But what had just happened between her and josh-Fraser had seen it all. If Trevor ever found out, she would lose everything.
Fraser looked relaxed, almost uninterested, as he gave a slight nod.
ike got the message and immediately walked out.
A few moments later, two kidnappers were escorted into the room, restrained by men dressed in black.
Someone yanked the cloth from their mouths.
Both of them were covered in bruises, their faces swollen beyond recognition. Their clothes were shredded, barely hanging onto their bodies. It was clear they had been beaten badly.
The scar-faced kidnapper, now freed to speak, spotted Peyton and Josh and immediately panicked, his voice breaking as he cried out.
"Ms. Smith, Mr. Josh, you swore that if I did this one job, I'd walk away from Havenbrook rich and safe! We're backing out now-just let us go!"
The other kidnapper, a large-built man, nodded desperately.
"We don't want any more trouble! Please, no more! I was wrong. I swear I was wrong...
Fraser's face was dark and unreadable as he rose to his feet, his every movement exuding an icy, menacing aura. slow, deliberate step toward Josh, the air in the room seemed to drop in temperature.
Fraser Shows No Mercy to Josh
Fraser's powerful kick landed squarely in Josh's chest, sending him hurtling backward into the glass liquor cabinet.
The impact shattered the cabinet instantly, glass shards exploding through the air like deadly shrapnel.
Josh let out a choking gasp as blood gushed from his mouth.
A brutal pain seared through his chest, making it feel as if his ribs had been ripped apart.
His face twisted in agony.
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He tried to say something, but the thick, coppery taste of blood filled his throat, drowning his words before they could
escape.
Fraser's sleek Italian leather shoe pressed against Josh's face. Not hurriedly, not forcefully at first
Then, with a cruel twist, he ground Josh's face into the shattered glass below.
The sharp edges tore into his skin, leaving deep gashes. Blood poured freely, staining the jagged fragments beneath him.
Josh didn't need a mirror to know-his face was ruined. And as a doctor, he understood better than anyone. No surgery could fix this. His skin was shredded beyond repair.
The two kidnappers, who had seen more than their fair share of brutality, instinctively swallowed hard.
They had already suffered at this man's hands once before.
And now, because of the same woman, they had been dragged back into his grasp once again.
"Ah!" Peyton let out a shriek
She had never seen anything so terrifying in her life. Her body trembled violently, her stomach twisting in pain.
Fear consumed her, and she cracked instantly. "1-111 talk! It was him! He's the one who did it! I had nothing to do with any of this!"
She collapsed to her knees, bowing over and over as she pleaded desperately. "Mr. Graham, please, I'm begging you! Let me go-for the sake of my baby!"
Fraser scoffed, his laugh cold and merciless. "Ms. Smith, that child has nothing to do with me. I don't do mercy."
Josh's heart shattered as Peyton threw him under the bus without hesitation.
But she's the woman I love. And she's carrying my child. I'll do anything to protect them.
Despite the pain that wracked his body, Josh clenched his jaw and forced himself
to speak. "It was me. I did it. Every last bit of it. Just don't hurt my woman... or my child. If you need someone to pay, take it out on me.
As soon as
soon as those words fell, the front door of the villa suddenly swung open. Everyone's attention snapped toward the entrance.
Trevor stood there, his entire presence radiating pure rage. The lighting behind him cast his face in shadow, but his fury burned as intensely as a raging fire.
Fraser took one glance at the furious man, shrugged indifferently, and strolled forward at an easy, unbothered pace.