I Will Get Her Out Of Your Web

Olivia's POV:

"You are not my uncle, and I am not talking to you," Orlene said, and then Mr. Adams glared at me.

"I will take you to the hospital before it gets serious," he said, and I shook my negativity.

"It's fine, Mr. Adams; it's not that painful," I said, and he sighed.

"I will get the car; wait here," he ordered, and I left. I turned towards Orlene.

"Is he Mr. Bennett's uncle as well?" I asked, and she nodded.

How come? He was too young to be Mr. Bennett's uncle.

"Your mother's brother?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, my stepmother's brother," she explained, and I was again surprised because I never knew they had a stepmother.

Mr. Adams parked the car in front of us as he hurried out and carried Orlene to the car before opening the door for me to get in. I smiled slightly before walking in.

He placed her wheelchair in the boot before driving away.

Sitting in the backseat, Orlene received a call before placing her phone by her ears.

"We are taking Olivia to the hospital," she said, and I knew at once that she was talking to Mr. Bennett.

Mr. Adams glared at me through the rearview mirror, and I felt nervous. Why was his glare different, and it now made me nervous and not scared?

"I will text you the hospital address once we are there," Orlene said before she hung up, I held my forehead in pain and sighed heavily. In the future, I need to learn to watch my mouth and not anger these crazy rich people.

Minutes later, we arrived at the hospital, and Mr. Adams carried Orlene to the wheelchair before pushing her inside. A nurse took me to the cleaning room, where she treated my injury.

It took a few minutes for her to be done; there was a plaster on my face, and I smiled at the nurse before turning to walk out, but to my surprise, Mr. Bennett walked in.

The nurse turned to leave. "Hey, don't leave," I said, but it was of no use as she had already walked out and closed the door behind her.

I had a nervous look as Mr. Bennett's gaze was stuck on me. He walked closer and lifted my head using his index finger. I got nervous as he glared deep into my eyes.

"Does it hurt a lot?" he asked, and I shook my head in denial.

"I am fine." I stood up hastily and turned to walk out of the room when he held my hands and pulled me back.

He bit his lip before filling his lungs with air. "About today, I didn't mean to yell at you," he said, and I was surprised to hear him apologize to me.

I swallowed hard, not knowing how to reply to that. "Can you not meet up with Caleb again?" he asked, and I pulled my hands away.

Mr. Bennett, how about you write down the names of people I am allowed to meet?" I asked sarcastically.

"That's true; I will do that." To my surprise, he replied honestly. I was only kidding, so why did he take it seriously?

Without uttering another word, I walked out of the ward, where I spotted Mr. Adams and Orlene.

"Does it hurt much?" Mr. Adams asked when Mr. Bennett pulled me towards him as he wrapped his hands around my waist.

"She is fine, and I owe you one for bringing my woman to the hospital," he replied, and I could see the shocked expression on Mr. Adams's face.

"Your woman? It's not possible... She can't love someone like you," he said, and I agreed. He was right. How could I love someone like Mr. Bennett? He was not humble or sweet.

"Take Orlene outside; Bruno is waiting," Mr. Bennett ordered, and I sighed heavily before deciding to follow his order.

But before leaving, I walked closer to Mr. Adams with an appreciative look. "Thanks so much for today, sir; I am grateful," I said when I felt a force pull me behind, and again I found myself in Mr. Bennett's arms.

I glared at him, and his case was stuck on Mr. Adams. Being close to him, I couldn't help but sniff him, and he had that magical smell. What was I doing? I quickly pulled myself away from him.

"You shouldn't call me sir; remember, you don't work for me anymore. You can call me Coyle," Mr. Adams said, and I smiled in understanding. It was better to leave with Orlene as the boss ordered.

"Thanks again, Coyle," I said, and it felt good to call him by his name. Mr. Bennett glared at me in disbelief, and I feigned not to notice his glare as I pushed Orlene away.

From Alex's POV:

I couldn't believe she called his name but had never called mine. I glared at Coyle angrily.

"Are you having eczema?" I asked, and he glared at me, surprised.

"Because you are always stuck on my wife like one," I added, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Your wife?" he asked, and I nodded proudly.

"Don't ever approach her again; I know your feelings towards her, so better keep them to yourself," I said and turned to leave.

"Alexander, from the look of things, she doesn't love you... Did you force her into this marriage?" he asked, and I turned towards him.

"Yes, so?" I asked, and he walked towards me.

"How heartless could you be? She is an innocent lady, so why do that to her?" He clenched his fist, and I sneered. Who was he that I had to answer to? I could read the signals saying it was wrong of me to marry her forcefully, but if I hadn't, she would have belonged to someone else.

Then I had a mocking sneer: "That's the difference between us; you liked her for so long but couldn't even muster the courage to tell her."

"Olivia doesn't deserve to be with someone like you, and I will help her out of your web," he warned angrily. My words had hit him hard.

"Help your sister out of my web first, then you can help my wife," I said when I thought of Jenna. I didn't wait for his reply as I turned and left.

I got to the car and walked in when Bruno drove out. I felt Orlene and Olivia's gaze on me, but I didn't glance at them. I felt bad that she was able to call Coyle by his name but couldn't bring herself to call me by my name. I was going to let her get used to me first.