Love at First Sight? Mr. Harrison Has Been Scheming All Along-Chapter 2: Rory Linden Was Given Twelve Hours

Chapter 2: Rory Linden Was Given Twelve Hours Editor: Henyee Translations

Seeing her take out a tourniquet and thinking of the alcohol she had just spilled, the man sat back down.

She unwrapped the silk scarf from her purse handle and tied it above the man’s wound. Then, she wrapped the tourniquet over it, secured it with a slipknot. Finally, she took a pen from her bag and twisted it into the tourniquet to tighten it.

Rory skillfully finished the dressing, then pressed a finger against the man’s brachial artery. "If you can’t get to a hospital right away, remember to pull the pen out after forty minutes and release the pressure here for four or five minutes, then put the pen back in."

Only after she had finished everything did she notice the man still hadn’t buttoned his shirt.

In the dim light, the lines of his muscles were sharply defined, with his solid chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

A vicious scar ran from his shoulder all the way down his back.

The scar must have been from many years ago. Even though it had healed, it would never truly fade.

In addition, there was also a faint scar on his abdomen.

Before Rory could look away, the man had already stood up and straightened his clothes. With his blood-stained left hand, he selectively fastened two buttons on his shirt, then reached out and grabbed her hand as she was about to pick up her bag.

"What are you doing!"

Rory looked up into the man’s ink-black eyes and felt a weight settle in her palm.

A small, metal object lay there.

The man’s calloused fingertips folded her fingers over it. "Miss Linden," he said in a raspy voice, "we’ll meet again."

Then he turned, opened the door, and left.

Rory glanced down at the cufflink in her palm, only to realize the man had just said her last name out correctly!

’He knows me!?’

Rory quickly grabbed her bag and chased after him.

The dimly lit hallway was already empty. Only the faint, lingering smell of blood remained in the air.

After leaving the bar, Rory first called her best friend, Sherry Walsh, before getting in the car back to Miles’ villa.

Taking advantage of the fact that he wasn’t back yet, she began to pack her things.

The entire villa was filled with expensive luxury goods, and the walk-in closet on the second floor was stuffed with designer clothes. But all of it belonged to Miles Harrison.

The only things that truly belonged to Rory were the few items in her small bedroom.

A few pairs of shoes, a few changes of clothes, and some skincare products.

The only things of any real weight were her medical books.

Rory spent nearly an hour packing her belongings and restoring the room to its original state.

By the time she carried the last stack of books to the front door, Sherry had already arrived.

Sherry got out of the car and saw the medical books covering the floor. She was shocked. "So you’re gonna give Miles a lesson, right? Like, ignore him for a few months or whatever?"

"No. This time, I’ve decided to break up with him."

Rory placed a stack of books into the car’s trunk.

Sherry knew Rory well. She and Miles had fought a few times before, but it always ended with them saying they needed to separate for a while to cool off.

She had never once mentioned the word "breakup."

Since she was saying it now, she must have truly made up her mind.

Sherry helped her put the suitcase in the trunk. "I absolutely support you! You can stay at my place for a while. Stay as long as you want!"

The next day, Miles was woken by the persistent blare of his alarm clock.

He had drunk a lot last night. His body felt unusually heavy, and his head was splitting.

Unfortunately, he had a meeting this morning that he absolutely had to attend.

Miles got out of bed and walked straight to the walk-in closet, where he immediately saw two coordinated outfits hanging in the first wardrobe.

Rory had put them together.

Miles himself had no real sense of style.

For all these years, it had always been Rory who picked out his clothes for different occasions.

Sometimes, when he went on business trips or to training, she would coordinate his outfits according to his work schedule, hang them up in advance, and even attach labels.

In Miles’ eyes, regardless of whether he liked Rory or not, she was the perfect choice for a wife.

He knew that no matter who he fooled around with, the only one he would ultimately be willing to marry was Rory.

’This woman has no backbone.’

’Yesterday she was making a scene about breaking up, but today she’d come back obediently.’

’Picking out his clothes, making him breakfast.’

After changing, Miles went downstairs.

"Mr. Harrison, breakfast is ready. Shall I bring it out for you now?"

The housekeeper, Mrs. Thorne, walked out from the kitchen.

"Mrs. Thorne?" Miles couldn’t help but frown. "Where’s Rory?"

Ever since Rory moved in four years ago, as long as she wasn’t on a night shift, she would always personally cook him breakfast.

As the eldest grandson of the Harrington Family, Miles had been spoiled by his entire family since childhood and was a very picky eater.

Rory would carefully remember his preferences and prepare a wide variety of creative breakfasts for him.

Most of the time, the housekeeper, Mrs. Thorne, would only come at ten in the morning to clean.

"Miss Linden messaged me a little after midnight last night, asking me to come over this morning to prepare your breakfast." Mrs. Thorne hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Miss Linden said she won’t be living here anymore. If you need me to prepare breakfast every day from now on, I can come earlier than usual ."

Miles’s expression darkened at Mrs. Thorne’s words.

"You’ll live here from now on," Miles said, then paused and added, "Get the empty room on the first floor ready. And make breakfast for two."

Mrs. Thorne was taken aback for a second, but she still agreed.

Miles raised his arm and glanced at his watch.

It was 8:37 in the morning.

He would give Rory twelve hours.

If he hadn’t received any message from Rory by 8:30 tonight, the mistress of this villa would be Lucy Shaw.

As she was busy rushing around the hospital, Rory had no idea that a deadline had been set for her to win back her status as Miles’ girlfriend.

During those twelve hours, Rory assisted in two surgeries.

When she got off work at eight, Sherry’s car was already waiting in the hospital parking lot.

She drove Rory straight to a restaurant where they had reservations.

The two of them poured some red wine, and Sherry raised her glass.

"Congratulations on leaving that scumbag and rejoining the singles club!" Sherry said, then looked at her suspiciously. "You’re serious this time, right? If he calls you in a few days and you just pack your bags and go back, I’m going to be seriously pissed!"

"I won’t."

Rory’s tone was completely serious.

Only then did Sherry let out a sigh of relief. "I’m so happy for you. To be honest, I’ve never thought much of Miles. He has no real skills of his own and only gets by because of that uncle of his. Even if you owe the Harrington Family a huge debt of gratitude, that’s no reason to throw away the rest of your life."

"Yeah. The hospital just paid out the semi-annual bonus a few days ago, and I’ve almost saved up enough. At the latest, once I get my year-end bonus, I’ll be able to pay back the Harrington Family all at once."

Rory kept a small ledger.

In it, she had recorded every single expense the Harrington Family had covered for her since the third grade.

During her compulsory education years, Rory attended the same private school as Miles. Fortunately, the school had a scholarship program.

By ranking first in her grade for twelve consecutive years, not only did she prevent the Harrington Family from having to pay a single cent of her tuition, but she also earned some living expenses for herself. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

After starting college, her internships basically made her self-sufficient.

Even so, the money the Harrington Family had spent on her still amounted to nearly 170,000.

Sherry took a sip of her wine. "Hey, don’t go to all that trouble. I’ll lend you the money."

"It’s okay, I’ve almost saved enough."

"Alright then. But if you need anything, just ask."

"Okay."

The two friends ate and drank until nearly eleven before leaving the restaurant.

Just as they reached the roadside, three black sedans pulled up one after another. They stopped on the opposite side of the street.

Sherry pointed at the one in the middle and gasped, "Look! A limited-edition Bentley! It’s a new model from last year—there’s only one in the entire country!"