After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 47: Will You Take It Off Yourself, or Should I Help You?

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Will You Take It Off Yourself, or Should I Help You?

Ivan Willow was fuming when his phone suddenly rang.

Ivan Willow glanced at the flashing number on his phone screen, a debauched grin spreading across his face.

He answered the call, his tone flippant. "Miss Sutton, why the sudden call?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"To give you a gift, of course, Master Willow," Amelia Sutton said with a coquettish giggle.

"What kind of gift? A beauty?"

"Master Willow is as perceptive as ever."

Ivan Willow’s interest was piqued. "Oh really? What kind of beauty?"

"A beauty you’ll fall for at first sight." Amelia Sutton’s tone was faint and laced with malice. "I wonder, are you interested?"

Amelia Sutton hung up on Ivan Willow’s excited voice and turned to Mae Sheffield beside her. "It’s done. With Ivan Willow after her, even if Eliza Sutton doesn’t die, she’ll be put through hell!"

...

Eliza Sutton stood quietly in the office, her eyes downcast.

Behind the desk, Brenda Preston was busy working.

About two hours later, she finally looked up.

She was surprised to see Eliza Sutton. "Why are you still here?"

Eliza Sutton said, "Manager Preston hasn’t given me any instructions yet."

"Is that so? My silly brain." Brenda Preston slapped her forehead, looking extremely vexed. "I’m so sorry, I got busy and forgot. Shane asked you to bring a change of clothes up to him. He has an important event to attend tonight."

Eliza Sutton knew from her words that Brenda Preston was messing with her, but she showed no sign of anger. "Alright, I’ll take it to him now."

As she spoke, Eliza Sutton picked up the clothes from the side and turned to leave.

Brenda Preston was incredulous. "Eliza Sutton, you’re just leaving like that?"

"What else should I do?" Eliza Sutton looked perplexed. "Does Manager Preston have any other instructions? Or did you forget something else?"

"No."

"Good, then." After saying that, Eliza Sutton left the office.

Brenda Preston hadn’t expected Eliza Sutton to just leave like that, and her expression immediately turned ugly.

She had thought that after such a long delay, Eliza Sutton would be too afraid to deliver the clothes, creating an opportunity for her. She never expected Eliza Sutton to be completely unfazed.

Brenda Preston couldn’t stop herself from slamming her pen on the floor, cursing, "Bitch."

Carrying a suit, Eliza Sutton entered the president’s office suite without any trouble.

When Erik Irvine saw Eliza Sutton, he couldn’t help but say, "Mistress, what took you so long? President Lockwood has been waiting for quite a while."

"Something unexpected came up."

"Hurry inside. President Lockwood just had a fit of temper." Erik Irvine knocked on the president’s office door. "President, the Mistress is here."

Eliza Sutton stepped inside.

Shane Lockwood, dressed in a black shirt, sat at his desk working. He didn’t even raise his head, acting as if he hadn’t noticed Eliza Sutton’s arrival at all.

Shane Lockwood was angry.

The heavy atmosphere around him and his sullen expression made it clear he was seething with rage.

Eliza Sutton hung the clothes on a nearby rack and asked, "Where’s the first-aid kit?"

Shane Lockwood ignored her.

Eliza Sutton didn’t get angry. Her eyes scanned the room, and she quickly located the first-aid kit. She walked over, retrieved it, and came back.

"Mr. Lockwood, are you going to take them off yourself, or should I help you?"

Shane Lockwood continued to flip through the document without looking up, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

Eliza Sutton sighed, walked behind Shane Lockwood, gripped the handles of his wheelchair, and easily pulled him away from the desk.

This sudden movement made Shane Lockwood finally lose control of his temper.

Shane Lockwood snapped, "Eliza Sutton! What do you think you’re doing? Do you really think you can be this insolent with me just because my mom and Emmett like you?"

Eliza Sutton shook her head and answered honestly, "Of course not. President Lockwood, I’m just concerned about your injury."

"You’re full of tricks!"

Eliza Sutton said, "I saw the discarded clothes in the trash can next to you, and you’re already wearing a fresh set. In other words, you didn’t actually need the design department to send up more clothes. But you did it anyway, which can only mean one thing: you’re injured."

’And the injury is in a rather awkward place.’

Eliza Sutton easily guessed where.

Seeing that Shane Lockwood wasn’t moving, Eliza Sutton simply stepped forward to unbuckle his belt.

"Eliza Sutton!" Shane Lockwood grabbed her wrist, his face dark with fury. "How dare you!"

"Yes, I am being a bit forward today. But I’m doing it for Cherie. Cherie is exceptionally bright, but he’s still too young. He needs his father by his side to protect him."

Shane Lockwood sneered, "Such a silver tongue. No wonder you were able to fool that foolish boy, Cherie."

Despite his words, the hand gripping Eliza Sutton’s wrist slowly loosened.

"My feelings for Cherie are genuine." As Eliza Sutton spoke, she abruptly yanked down Shane Lockwood’s pants, revealing his two smooth, firm thighs.

’This man was truly blessed. Even after being unable to walk for so long, the muscles in his legs hadn’t gone slack at all.’

’I can only imagine how sexy and alluring these legs must have been when he was healthy.’

’This must be what they mean by ’legs for days’.’

"Eliza Sutton!"

Eliza Sutton’s gaze was so brazen and undisguised that Shane Lockwood grew irritated.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take a look right now."

Eliza Sutton shook off her inappropriate thoughts and focused. Only then did she see that a huge blister had formed from a burn on Shane Lockwood’s inner thigh, the surrounding skin severely red and swollen.

Eliza Sutton couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Lockwood, are you into such rough play? How did you manage to do this to yourself?"

Shane Lockwood gritted his teeth. "Shut up! Say one more word and get out!"

Eliza Sutton raised her hand and made a zipping motion across her lips.

She took out disinfectant, cotton swabs, and other supplies from the first-aid kit, then retrieved the Silver Needles she carried with her.

Eliza Sutton’s movements were completely natural, but Shane Lockwood took note of her casual confidence.

Eliza Sutton squatted between Shane Lockwood’s legs, disinfected a Silver Needle, and immediately lanced the blister on his thigh.

After squeezing out all the fluid, she disinfected and medicated the area, finally taking out some gauze to bandage the wound.

Somehow, the gauze slipped from her hand.

Eliza Sutton instinctively reached for it, her already-close body leaning even nearer to Shane Lockwood.

Her soft cheek was almost pressed against his lower abdomen.

The position, the atmosphere, the proximity—it was all intensely intimate, and Shane Lockwood’s breathing instantly grew ragged.

Eliza Sutton felt something move, pushing silently against her.

Eliza Sutton said instinctively, "Don’t fidget, I’ve almost got the gauze."

"Eliza Sutton!" Shane Lockwood couldn’t help but grab her shoulders. "That’s enough!"

Eliza Sutton looked up, and it was only when she saw Shane Lockwood’s strained expression that she belatedly realized what had been "misbehaving" just now.

Her face instantly flushed beet red. Just as she was about to say something, the office door was suddenly pushed open.