As Miley was about to thank him. Dexter's phone rang. Dexter glanced at Miley and turned around to look at his phone and answer it. "Helena, what is it? What happened?"
Dexter quickly turned around and started briskly away from the study. "Okay… Wait a minute. I am coming. Don't be afraid." Dexter picked up his pace and quickly ran down the stairs.
"Helena?" Miley repeated in her mind.
"Aunt Tina, Is Dexter still in contact with his ex-girlfriend Helena?" Miley asked.
"Helena?"
Tina looked seriously at Miley and frowned.
"Yes. She is Dexter's ex-girlfriend. But it's not what you think. Helena has been suffering from anaemia for the past year. As she has no family, Mr Lombard was just taking care of her." She explained to Miley.
Miley didn't buy the story. He is already married. Why he would take care of his ex-girlfriend? Forget about it. It's Dexter's affairs. Now she only wished Cassidy to regain consciousness quickly.
After work, Miley left for the hospital to see Cassidy.
After the operation last night, Cassidy was transferred to the intensive care unit.
When Miley arrived, she walked up to a bed, sat beside it, and stared at its comatose patient, Cassidy. She was lying there with her eyes closed and her face covered up with gauze. Her head was wrapped, too. Miley watched her with worry–filled eyes.
"Wake up soon, Cassidy. I don't have other than you," she said, gripping her hand gently.
As Miley walked out of the inpatient building, she spotted Dexter and a young beautiful woman walking out of another building. They looked perfect together and were quite intimate.
If Miley hadn't known that Dexter was her husband, she'd have thought he and the pretty woman were a couple.
The woman had to be Helena, who had called Dexter to come over.
Seeing Dexter and Helena coming her way. Miley panicked. Her eyes darted around and spotted a trash can close by, and without further ado, she dove behind it like some sort of thief.
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Wearily massaging her shoulder, Miley made her way to the living room.
The instant Dexter stepped out of his room, she glimpsed a shirt in his hand. It was the shirt he wore when he was hammered that night.
As soon as she spotted the white shirt, her expression stiffened. She again recalled the lipstick stain on the collar.
"Your girlfriend has a good taste. Her lipstick colour is beautiful." Miley said, pointing at the lipstick stain on the collar.
"What's your problem, Miley?"
Dexter eyed me with a frown, his gaze radiating irritation.
"Nothing at all." Looking at him derisively, she stifled the aggravation within her.
"Miley Hudson!"
She pretended she didn't hear him and walked towards her room which made him red with anger: "How could she ignore me in such a manner?" he asked himself silently.
"Why are you shouting my name? I can hear you." She stopped and looked at him uncomfortably.
"Behave properly! Do you think that I am a pushover?" He asked her and tried his best to hold back his anger.
"You are the one who treated me like a pushover." she ignored him again and turned to leave.
However, he moved faster than her. He grabbed her wrist so tightly that she frowned and looked at him with so much pain in her.
"It hurts." She winced as her eyes turned red with pain. 'What's wrong with this man? Why is he suddenly holding my hand.'
"Let go of me!" She shouted as she tried to wriggle her hand free from his grasp.
"Dexter, I said let go of me." Her voice started to crack in frustration.
"Don't shed crocodile tears!" Dexter sneered.
"Dexter," she said, almost in a whisper, wincing, looking like she was in pain. "Please let go of my hand. It hurts, please." She looked at him firmly.
With what he heard, Dexter unconsciously loosened his grip on her wrist. Where was his mind all this time? He didn't even notice he was squeezing her tight for so long. He frowned upon seeing that he left a red mark on her tender wrist.
A trace of bitterness flashed through his heart, but it disappeared quickly.
There was silence for a moment. Since he was so quiet and chose to not say anything anymore, Miley turned around and went upstairs.
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The ambience in the hospital was calm and Serene. The hospital walls, which were painted white were clean which gave the whole environment some sort of cosiness. Miley and Sam made their way to Cassidy's ward. Outside the ward, two bodyguards were charged with the responsibility of watching her. When they recognized Miley, they glared at her coldly.
"Miss Miley, Mr. Lombard hasn't allowed you to visit her yet," one of them spoke to her.
Her face turned red with anger. "How can they prevent me from seeing my best friend?" she thought to herself. She turned to look at Sam with embarrassment written all over her face. "I'm sorry, Sam. We won't be able to see Cassidy. She is still in a coma."