At His Marcy

Uncle Ben had a good impression of Wynonna, so when she rejected such a good opportunity, he could not help but remind her, "Silly child, where else will you go?"

He knew the Sinclair family's current situation. If she stayed with the Muller family, at the very least, she would not have to worry about food, clothes, and other basic necessities.

Mr. Muller was very unhappy with Wynonna's attitude. He'd not been satisfied with her as his grandson's wife in the first place. He never thought that she would dare to reject his grandson either. In a low voice, he said, "Is my grandson not good enough for you? You should consider this a blessing!"

Mrs. Muller was upset too. She said, "Do you know how many women in Sonorland are in line to marry into our family?"

Wynonna explained her perspective in an unassuming way. "You are right. Mr.

Muller is very rich and handsome, and lots of women from wealthy families like him.

Hence, I feel inferior and that I am not good enough for him. It is better for me to vacate this place."

Hearing her explanation, the elderly Mullers and Uncle Ben looked at each other and then at Shane, waiting for his decision.

Wynonna trembled anxiously and stared at Shane's thin lips because she knew that what he said next would determine her fate.

Now that he had woken up, he would most certainly recognize her, but she felt that since she'd succeeded in warding off his bad luck, he would let her off the hook. If he refused to let her go, then it meant that he still wanted to torment her.

After a long pause, Shane calmly said, "As if I would let you go. My family paid money to get you here. I will not let you go."

He did not expect her to have the guts to reject him. The women around him all could not wait to be with him.

Of course, he was not the tyrannical boss who liked to make women who rejected him fall for him. He wanted to keep her to help him sleep well, not because he was interested in her.

Wynonna felt dizzy and almost fainted after hearing his reply.

She was doomed. This man who bore grudges would make her life a living hell... 

"That's good, so we'll let her stay," Mrs. Muller said quickly, afraid that Shane would go back on his word.

This grandson of hers had never showed interest in women, and since that incident, he'd never allowed any woman to get close to him.

They had brought in the bride while he was in a coma. She was worried that he would kick her out once he woke up. She had not expected him to want her to stay.

This was a miracle.

Although she felt that Wynonna's background was a little lowly, her grandson was already 28 years old, and she had lowered her standards. As long as his wife is a woman and not a man, she was satisfied.

"Let's not talk about this now. I've already asked Dr. Langston to rush here tonight to give Shane a checkup. He should arrive soon. Ben, go and wait for him at the entrance," said Mr. Muller. He was worried his grandson's health might have been affected by lying down for too long.

About fifteen minutes later, Uncle Ben brought Michael Langston into the room. He wore a doctor's white coat and carried a doctor's bag.

He feigned surprise. "Oh! Shane, you are awake! I'm really overjoyed!"

And pigs might fly, he silently quipped. Rather, he was too surprised. Hadn't they agreed for Shane to pretend to be in a coma until the Muller Organization's board of directors meeting?

Shane sat coolly, completely ignoring his terrible acting.

"Dr. Langston, Shane just woke up. Sorry to make you rush over at such a later hour," said Mrs. Muller, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Yes. We're afraid that the poison those people gave him could have side effects or leave some after-effects," Mr. Muller said rather anxiously.

"My eyes... I can't see anything," Shane said calmly after everyone had stopped talking.

He finally thought of this as his backup plan after that woman had forced him out of his coma.

....

"What? How did that happen?" Mrs. Muller finally noticed that her grandson's gaze was unable to focus.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Mr. Muller said, burning with anxiety.

"All of you were talking and I couldn't get a word in edge-wise," Shane said as he kept a calm composure. "But it's not a big deal. Being blind is better than being in a coma."

Wynonna was watching from the corner, where she hid in fear. Her heart was filled with great admiration for him. Shane Muller really lived up to his reputation for having a heart of steel.

How could he accept his blindness so calmly and not say a word for so long?

But she also had some doubts. When she'd taken a photo of him earlier, he had grabbed her hand without any hesitation. Did he work out where her hand was by sound?

Michael could only play along. He brought out equipment to make a show of conducting some tests. After he had finished, he regretfully said, "Shane has really gone blind. Maybe the poison damaged his optical nerves." 

"Can... can it be cured?" Mrs. Muller pressed him. She was feeling very anxious.

"There might be a chance if he follows through with the treatment, but I cannot guarantee his recovery," said Michael. Then, he gave his most important assessment. "So, in the meantime, Shane still cannot go back to work."

Michael was Sonorland's most authoritative doctor. If he could not guarantee Shane's full recovery, then the chances were most likely very slim.

Mr. and Mrs. Muller were thrown into distress. Finally, they looked at Wynonna as their only hope.

"Take good care of Shane. Perhaps you could make his eyes better."

"If you could cure his eyes, our family will definitely treat you well."

With all their hopes pinned on her, Wynonna could only force herself to calmly reply, "I will do my best to care for Shane."

She was not sure if she could live to see tomorrow. All rewards were now meaningless to her.

"Alright, it is late. Let's leave so that Mr. Muller can rest well. That way, he can recover more quickly," Uncle Ben gently suggested.

Everyone began to leave, and soon, only Wynonna and Shane were left in the room.

The silence was deafening.

Wynonna retreated into the corner again, trying hard to stay as far away as possible from Shane. She feared that he might rip her apart with his bare hands.

She waited uneasily for a long while, but Shane did nothing, so she gathered all her courage and asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Muller. You see, now that you have woken up, it means I did you a huge favor, right? Will you give me a reward?"

She merely wanted to plead for mercy to spare her life.

Shane's reply was unexpected. "Didn't you just tell my grandfather and grandmother that it was your duty to care for me and do not wish for any reward?" he sneered.

How dare she still ask for a reward? he angrily thought. She should consider herself lucky that I haven't strangled her yet for ruining my plan!

Wynonna could not reply.

Why does he have such good memory? she wondered. She felt like she had shot herself in the foot.

She was still scared out of her wits when she heard his voice again. "Come here." It sounded like blocks of ice dropping on snow.

Wynonna was startled. She was shaking as she slowly walked toward him, her heart gripped with fear. Whatever happens, happens, she reminded herself. There was no escape. She was now at his mercy.

Trembling, she walked up to him and closed her eyes in despair, imagining all the worst possible ways to die.

She wanted for a long time, but Shane did not kill her. Instead, he emotionlessly said, "Sleep with me."

"What?" Wynonna opened her eyes. Her eyes widened as she stammered, "Sl... sl... sleep?"

Was it what she thought it was?

So, this was his first step to get back at her. An eye for an eye for what she'd done to him that night, she thought to herself.

She hugged her trembling body and very carefully said, "Mr. Muller, I am a lot younger than you. Don't you think... it is a little inappropriate for me to sleep with you?"

That night had been an accident!

"What does age have to do with sleeping?" Shane snorted impatiently. "Hurry up.

Don't make me repeat myself."

Wynonna gritted her teeth and her legs felt like lead as she shuffled toward him.

It felt like an eternity when she finally reached him. She clenched her fists and asked, "Do... do you have that here?"

"That?" asked Shane with a frown.

She was speaking incoherently and not making any sense. All he wanted to do now was to sleep. He did not want to waste time talking to her.

Wynonna's face reddened. She took a deep breath as if she were facing death and said, "You know... contraceptives."

Did he really have to make her say such an embarrassing thing? He must have done it on purpose!

"No. Why do you need that? You're have a wild imagination," Shane said with great annoyance. "Now, lie down."

What a jerk! He has no basic respect toward women! Wynonna felt very insulted, but this was his territory. Even if she were to run out to scream for help, she would be caught and dragged back to his bed.

She had no other choice but to sleep with him.

Forget it, she thought. It did not matter whether she slept with him once or twice! If she could not change her fate, then she could only accept it.

After she lay down, he also lay beside her and wrapped his long arms around her...

Wynonna was so nervous that her body tensed up. She tried very hard not to tremble. "Mr. Muller, you... don't really want to have children so soon, right? So, I... I think it is better to go and buy some," she said.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Shane asked. He felt her against his chest. He laughed softly into her ears. "I am not interested in a someone with a body like yours."

He'd known from the start what she was afraid of him, but he found her look of anxiety and fear so interesting that he deliberately misled her.

"What do you mean? I have a great body!" said Wynonna. She remembered that was how he'd acted towards her that night. She was not able to retort, but she could say it to his face.

Shane did not reply. He buried his face in her neck and let out a low laugh. He was in good spirits.

This little thing is quite interesting. Not only could she cure his insomnia, but she was also entertaining.

In the past, he would've lain in bed quietly by himself, tossing and turning until the morning. Since she had come, time seemed to pass more quickly.

Since he did not say anything, Wynonna also kept her mouth shut. She even tried to breathe quietly.

After a long time, she realized that all he wanted to do was to hold her and nothing more. She finally relaxed a little.

What he'd meant by sleep was really just sleep. Was it actually that simple? So, he wasn't going to do the same thing she had done to him that night as revenge?

She could not understand what he was doing!