After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 11: Falling into Shane Lockwood’s Arms in Public

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Falling into Shane Lockwood’s Arms in Public

Eliza Sutton was out of prison, and she probably wouldn’t be going back. The work she had been handling secretly now needed her personal attention. However, her current status as a "good-luck bride" kept her trapped in the Lockwood family, constrained at every turn.

Busy with all this, Eliza was a bit late coming down for lunch. As she came downstairs, she heard Minnie coaxing Emmett Lockwood.

"Young Master, the kitchen made some new dishes. They’re delicious. Please have a taste."

"I don’t want to eat. I want milk."

"You only had milk this morning. You’ll get malnourished if this keeps up."

Minnie was worried, but Emmett paid her no mind, engrossed in the Rubik’s Cube in his hands.

Suddenly, he saw Eliza coming downstairs, and his big eyes immediately lit up. He jumped up from the sofa and rushed over. "Mommy."

Eliza let Emmett hug her. "It’s lunchtime. Have you been a good boy and eaten?"

"Yes," Emmett answered very loudly. When he noticed Minnie was about to say something, he shot her a look.

Emmett looked just like Shane Lockwood. Even at his young age, his presence was not to be underestimated. His cold glance made Minnie’s heart clench.

"Good boy. But I haven’t eaten yet, and I was thinking of making something in the kitchen. Could you come help me?"

Emmett agreed without hesitation.

Eliza took Emmett to the kitchen.

At first, when the chef heard that Eliza wanted to cook with Emmett, he looked completely flustered.

"Th-this won’t do! What if the Young Master gets hurt?"

"He won’t. I’ll watch him very carefully."

Emmett said, "Don’t worry. I’ll be extra careful."

With that, Emmett took the initiative to pick up a vegetable and, imitating Eliza, began trimming parts of it. Surprisingly, he looked quite proficient.

Eliza praised him, "You’re doing great. You’re so smart, Emmett."

Emmett’s little face lit up, his big eyes twinkling with joy. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Eliza had observed Emmett’s complexion. He had a weak spleen and stomach, leading to a poor appetite, so she made him a Four-Divinity Soup and a few refreshing side dishes.

"Go on, eat up. Let’s taste the fruits of our labor."

Minnie, waiting at the side, couldn’t help but shake her head. ’The Mistress is just wasting her energy.’ She had tried countless ways to get the Young Master to eat just one more bite.

Then, Emmett took a big spoonful of the soup. "Wow, this is so good! Mommy, you’re an amazing cook."

"It’s because Emmett was such a good helper."

"Can I help again next time?"

"Of course."

Hearing Eliza agree, every fiber of Emmett’s being seemed to dance with joy.

Just then, Mrs. Lockwood rushed back in with Mrs. Chandler.

"Emmett, Grandma’s here to eat with you..." Her voice trailed off, her expression turning to one of utter astonishment.

She saw Emmett, who usually hated eating, sitting at the dining table and having his meal.

When Emmett saw Mrs. Lockwood, he greeted her and said, "Mommy made me Four-Divinity Soup and lots of other dishes. They’re super yummy."

As he spoke, he took a big bite of eggplant.

Mrs. Lockwood’s gaze swept over the table. She was knowledgeable enough to recognize that the dishes Eliza had prepared were all good for strengthening the spleen and stomach.

Her expression instantly softened. "Eliza, that was very thoughtful of you."

Eliza replied respectfully, "It’s what I should be doing."

Mrs. Lockwood was even more pleased. Suddenly, she asked, "You majored in fashion design in college?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever thought about getting a job? If you’re willing, I can arrange a position for you in the Lockwood Design Department. If you’re not..."

"I’m willing," Eliza agreed immediately, looking at Mrs. Lockwood sincerely. "Thank you so much."

"It’s just a matter of a few words. But since you’ll be a newcomer, the position won’t be very high-level. You should be prepared for that."

"I know you’re doing this for my own good."

Mrs. Lockwood was very satisfied with Eliza’s attitude.

Mrs. Lockwood was highly efficient and quickly arranged the job for Eliza.

The next day, Eliza went to the Lockwood Group.

’My marriage with Shane Lockwood won’t last long.’ To ensure a peaceful future, she had the Lockwood family driver drop her off a block early and walked the rest of the way to the Lockwood Group.

Just as she arrived at the Lockwood Group, she saw senior executives from the company lined up on both sides of the entrance.

"President Lockwood is about to arrive. Everyone get ready."

The words had barely faded when a long motorcade drove up and stopped at the entrance of the Lockwood Group.

Soon, the door of a black Bugatti Veyron opened. Erik Irvine hurried forward to set down a wheelchair. Shane Lockwood propped himself up with his arms and settled into it.

Unlike before, when he had stumbled awkwardly, Shane was steady this time. Despite being in a wheelchair, his legs unable to support him, his every move exuded the calm and composed aura of a powerful man.

Some of the young women at the Lockwood Group couldn’t help but let out excited, hushed squeals, murmuring things like, "He’s so handsome," and "President Lockwood looks so cool even in a wheelchair."

Eliza, however, furrowed her brow.

’I took Shane’s pulse before. Even though he’s awake now, his physical condition is far from optimistic. He shouldn’t be draining his energy like this to run the massive Lockwood Group.’

’Logically, the doctors around Shane should have warned him. But if he insists on doing this, then he’s just asking for it.’

’As they say, you can’t talk a man out of his own death wish. No need for me to meddle.’

With a detached expression, Eliza was about to turn and head to the Design Department when she felt a strong force from behind. She stumbled forward uncontrollably and, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, fell right into the lap of the man in the wheelchair—Shane Lockwood.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone. The accompanying bodyguards immediately went on high alert, surrounding them in a tight circle. The formation suggested that the slightest wrong move from Eliza would cost her her life.

"It’s a misunderstanding! I’m an employee of the Lockwood Group." Eliza tried to lift her head to explain, but a sharp pain shot through her scalp. She was yanked back down, her cheek once again buried against the man’s lower abdomen.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Shane’s handsome face instantly darkened, his voice seeming to be squeezed through gritted teeth.

"I’m sorry! Your zipper is caught in my hair. I’ll get it out right now." Eliza tugged desperately, but the more she panicked, the more tangled her hair became, refusing to come loose.

With every pull, her pretty face rubbed back and forth against him.

A vein throbbed on Shane’s temple. His expression was utterly foul as he hissed in a low voice, "Stupid woman, don’t move!"

Eliza’s movements froze.

She had also felt Shane’s reaction—the kind of reaction that proved a man was... very capable.

In the next second, her face turned the color of beets. In her entire life, she had never experienced such a socially catastrophic moment.

Just as Eliza was considering violently ripping open Shane’s pants, a hand suddenly clamped around her waist.

Eliza had just started to struggle when she heard Shane’s threat, "If you want to die, then keep squirming!"

Eliza did indeed stop moving. Then, held in an awkward position in the man’s arms, she was carried away by him.