Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

Matthew was at a loss for words. He could not think of anything to say back to Cillian.

He knew that with his own status, being a target for assassins was not surprising. He wondered which business rival might be behind it.

Cillian's eyes turned even colder when Matthew stopped arguing. "Remember what I said? If you ever treat her badly, I won't think twice about taking her back." "Don't even dream about it."

Matthew might be feeling guilty that Lucy was in this mess because of him, but he was not about to back down.

"I'm the one married to Lucy now, not you."

What gave Cillian the right to keep challenging him?

Cillian just rolled his eyes and did not reply. If Lucy had not gone abroad, if she had not said yes to Timothy, and if he had been with her for those four years, he was sure he would be the one married to her and not Matthew.

He kept that thought to himself. Arguing was pointless. The most important thing was Lucy's well-being.

"Are you even listening? Someone's paid the Spade Organization to take out Lucy. What's our move? When they find out Lucy's still alive, they'll just send more hitmen."

Matthew's forehead creased, and he felt a headache coming on for the first time. He could surround his wife with bodyguards or tell her to stay home more, but those were just band-aids and not real fixes.

It was like trying to catch a thief from miles away. They could not always be on guard.

Sure, he could arrange for bodyguards, but they could not be with Lucy every second of the day.

He could not keep Lucy from going out either. She had her own job to do. Staying in just was not an option.

As they both fell silent, Lucy moaned softly, and her beautiful eyes fluttered open.

"Where am I?" she asked, looking lost.

Both men perked up. Matthew rushed to Lucy's side, grabbing her hand with a worried look. "Honey, you're awake. Are you hurting anywhere?"

Lucy pulled her hand away, her brows wrinkling in confusion as she stared at him. "Who are you? Why am I here?"

Seeing the coldness in Lucy's eyes, Matthew felt a wave of panic.

He held her shoulders, his eyes filled with fear. "Lulu, please don't freak me out."

Lucy looked at the frantic Matthew, who seemed like a kid who had lost his favorite toy. Something inside her softened.

She could not figure out why things were so strange, but she spoke a little more gently to Matthew, "I'm sorry, but I really don't know who you are. Could you please explain that to me? And where am I?" Cillian, who was standing close by, noticed something was off with Lucy.

With a concerned look, he asked, "Lucy, what's going on with you?"

Lucy turned to face Cillian, who was lying in the hospital bed. She squinted at him, looking puzzled. She asked in a bewildered voice, "Why are you here? Did you come overseas too?"

Cillian gave a wry smile as it dawned on him that something was definitely not right.