My dear lawyer

The operating room was not far from the ward where William and Roe stayed, so Vivian didn't feel the pain while walking. Once she was relaxed, she felt a piercing pain was striking her. With a man on her, she was covered with cold sweat after just a few steps. William of

course felt this and moved his body without a trace so as not to give burden to her.

When they were in the elevator, William immediately moved his hand off Vivian and placed it on the handler. Vivian felt relieved and lifted one of her leg gently. She suddenly thought of the injured man beside her, then she turned to him and asked attentively, "Are you... Are you all right?"

William looked indifferent and tired, but his gleaming eyes were still attractive in this cold lift. He laughed, "I'm not dying."

Vivian was angry and regretted being nice to him, "William, can't you just talk in a normal way? I didn't do anything wrong to you. What's that spooky tone for?"

He reluctantly turned his head to look at her. Her face was full of anger and pink, which was much better than her pale look in the chilly hospital. He asked, "Why do you care about me? You should be hoping for my death, shouldn't you?" and deliberately showed his leg to her.

Vivian was trying to avoid his eyes but suddenly felt shocked. She looked at him and his thighs and shouted angrily, "You lied to me. Your legs were not hurt." She had been serving him this morning, feeding him and pushing his wheelchair. It turned out he was all right. She was worried about Roe and had no time to pay attention to all this. Now she felt disgusting at the thought of him taking off the plaster.

William said in a cold voice, "You saw the knife stabbed into my legs, didn't you? Were the blood fake?"

Vivian calmed down and didn't know what to say. In Roe's room, she saw that he stabbed himself and warm blood came out.

"Then...how come...how come you didn't feel the pain..." Vivian stopped saying and felt ashamed of her words. She had blamed him earlier for being indifferent to Roe's accident. But the fact was that he saved Roe in spite of his injury. Now she felt guilty and wished to take back what she just said.

William knew Vivian from A to Z, who had everything written on her face. He closed his eyes and smiled. Then he stretched out his arm around her shoulder gently, lowered his head and said, "Vivian, I saved Roe at the risk of my life and was cut because of that. Shouldn't I get a reward?"

She was about to express her gratitude when his eyes, passionate, stroke her unconsciously in a familiar way. "What a pervert! What is he thinking, wounded and handicapped?" she thought and her face blushed with shyness and anger.

William laughed in a low voice with a teasing look. He fondled her hair and said, "What are you thinking?"

"You... You..."

"I know I'm handsome. You are allowed to think of me. But now, I'm talking about my reward." William interrupted her.

"Shame on you!" Vivian felt offended, looked at him and criticized, "You are a patient now. Stop thinking those dirty things. A simple mind is helpful for your recovery."

"So I can think those dirty things if I'm not a patient?" William asked ironically.

Vivian was taken completely. She argued awkwardly, "No, you can't, even if you are not a patient." Her voice became lower and lower without any confidence and her head was kept down.

William looked at her and one of his hands caught and pulled her hair. She felt hurt and looked up at him in rage, "What do you want...Ah..."

He bent down to kiss those tempting lips, appreciating with pity and his deep love for her, which was hidden and unknown to her.

Vivian closed her eyes naturally. The narrow and cold elevator was soon filled with their gasp and love.

Vivian couldn't tell what went wrong. She should have resisted the kiss subconsciously, but she couldn't help catering to it, drenched in the man's passion.

"Wil...Wil...William..." Vivian could hardly breathe. She needed some fresh air in so she pushed this greedy man away. Her gentle voice calmed him down, as well as his passion.

"What a shame!" William said resentfully.

As soon as Vivian calmed down, her face blushed again. "What a pervert." She looked at William angrily and reminded him, "We are in an elevator!"

"Wanna come to my room later?" William flirted with his eyebrows.

"You are a patient now!"

"You don't believe in my ability?"

""You are insane!"

Vivian had no idea how long the elevator had been on this floor. They had been here for quite some time. She rolled her eyes at him and suddenly realized that the door didn't open. "Is it broken?" Vivian asked with panic.

William stretched his arm idly and pressed a button. The door opened. A few people were just standing right outside the door, among them were Joe who showed up for a second yesterday and some men in black who usually guarded at the gate of William's house. Something uncertain and vague came to Vivian's mind. She was confused so she whispered, "Wil...William, has the door just opened before?"

The door opened when the lift reached at the intended floor and it would remain closed and still if someone closed the door without pressing the numbers.

William was amused, "Yeah! I thought you might be embarrassed so i closed it."

"You might be...might be embarrassed...embarrassed..." his words echoed in her mind.

"You are a bastard!" Vivian screamed and ran out of the lift. She was tripped at the door because of the pain on her foot. William immediately reached out to hold her. As soon as he touched her, she screamed and left quickly. He was worried. There must be something wrong with her foot.