Chapter 16 Wesley's Overwhelming Jealousy

Violet Leach's eyes widened in shock as she found herself face-to-face with Wesley Merritt's strikingly handsome features, momentarily frozen in surprise. He was actually holding her! Known for keeping women at a distance, this was unexpected. Since the day she had pinned him down, she understood Wesley Merritt's strict avoidance of romantic entanglements. He hadn't held it against her, likely because she could heal Oscar Merritt's legs. She needed to be cautious—crossing his boundaries could lead to her being cast out. Now, he was carrying her upstairs, which caught her off guard. As Violet pondered this, Wesley instructed his assistant, "Ethan Foster, call Dr. Young." "No need. I'm a doctor myself. Don't send Ethan. Just let him carry me up," Violet quickly interjected. Wesley's steps halted abruptly, his expression darkening. He turned to Ethan Foster, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Yes, Boss," Ethan stammered, fleeing in panic. With a stern face, Wesley continued carrying Violet upstairs. Irene Bexley couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward anxiously. "Wesley, believe me! I didn't do anything to her! When I exposed her intentions, she flew into a rage and slapped me!" Violet, enduring waves of stomach pain, weakly defended herself: "My pain has nothing to do with you... Your face... you slapped yourself... It has nothing to do with me either." Irene was momentarily speechless. "Wesley, don't listen to her nonsense! I—" "Get out," Wesley coldly commanded. Irene panicked, needing to explain everything today. "Wesley, you—" "Get out. Can't you hear? Or do you want me to have you thrown out?" Wesley's deep, calm voice carried a chilling, dangerous undertone. Irene fell silent, unable to speak, and could only watch helplessly as Wesley carried Violet upstairs into the room. Sly vixen! Irene cursed inwardly. The moment she saw Violet earlier, she was struck by her beauty, and a strong sense of crisis surged within her. Now she realized—her intuition had been spot on. This Violet Leach had to be eliminated as soon as possible, or she would surely become her greatest romantic rival! Just you wait! Whoever dares to steal my man from Irene Bexley will pay dearly! "Hmph!" Irene snorted coldly and turned to leave the villa. Inside the room. Wesley carried Violet and gently laid her on the bed. "Don't worry, Dr. Young will be here soon." Violet was in too much pain to speak. Seeing Wesley's worried expression, she thought: *He's only worried because of his brother. He's afraid that if anything happens to me, no one will be able to heal Oscar's legs.* Five minutes later, Wesley's face had darkened to its limit. He called Ethan. "Why hasn't he arrived yet?" "He's coming right away." Ethan wiped sweat from his forehead and urged Dr. Young. "Hurry up! The boss is waiting!" Dr. Young, clutching his medical bag, ran in, drenched in sweat. When they entered Violet's room, they instantly felt the suffocating tension in the air, as if they couldn't breathe. Ethan, observing Wesley's grave expression and the way his eyes never left Violet, began to suspect something. Though it seemed unbelievable, after so many years by the boss's side, this was the first time he'd seen Wesley show such concern for a woman. If he wasn't mistaken, things were probably exactly as he suspected. After Dr. Young diagnosed Violet's stomach illness, Wesley visibly relaxed. Given the severity of Violet's condition, she needed an IV drip. After a while on the IV, Violet's complexion gradually improved. "How are you feeling?" Wesley asked softly, lowering his voice. Hearing his boss speak to Violet in such a gentle tone, Ethan became even more certain of his suspicions. "Much better," Violet replied weakly. "Just a bit dry in the mouth." At this, she glanced at Ethan. "Could you get me a glass of water?" "Why should he get it?" Wesley said, glancing sideways at Ethan. A bead of sweat instantly rolled down Ethan's forehead. Violet hadn't expected Wesley to ask that. She thought: *If I can't let Ethan help, am I supposed to trouble this big boss himself?* "What? Do you have feelings for him?" Wesley asked, half-closing his eyes as he stared at Violet.