Chapter 102
A familiar, urgent voice echoed from the bottom of the stairs.
Hannah looked over in surprise to see Lionel racing up, taking three steps at a time. He dropped to one knee beside Sandra, his face a mask of panic.
“Are you hurt? Where are you hurt p>
He expertly gathered Sandra into his arms, his eyes scanning her for injuries with a frantic concern that couldn’t be faked. Standing among the crowd, Hannah watched the scene unfold. Some onlookers gasped in awe, others in envy. Only Hannah felt a wave of disgust.
How many times must they have embraced for him to hold her with such practiced, tender proficiency?
Sandra sagged against him, letting out a soft sob. She shook her head, her voice choked. “I’m fine, Lionel. I just lost my footing and fell. It has nothing to do with Hannah. Please, don’t blame her because of me p>
Lionel’s brow furrowed as he looked up at Hannah, who stood at the top of the stairs like a queen observing her subjects. Her arms were crossed, her chin held high, her expression a mixture of cold amusement and disdain. There was no shock, no anger-only contempt.
“Lionel, you should… you should let me go. People are watching,” Sandra murmured, fighting to suppress a triumphant smile as she gently pushed him away.
Lionel helped her to her feet. The moment she put weight on her ankle, she cried out in pain and stumbled, falling right back into his arms.
Hannah rolled her eyes at the pathetic display and turned to leave. She knew the old Sandra would have never resorted to such cheap, desperate tricks. But with the Woods family in turmoil and her project reclaimed by Quennel, she was clearly terrified that Lionel wouldn’t go through with the divorce. She needed to marry him to save her family, so now she was manufacturing one incident after another to deepen his misunderstanding and hatred of Hannah.
The thought, however, brought a flicker of dark excitement to Hannah. After all, they both wanted the same thing: for Lionel to divorce her. She didn’t mind Sandra’s schemes, but seeing Lionel fall for her clumsy act every single time still churned her stomach.
Watching Hannah walk away, Lionel’s frown deepened, his eyes smoldering with anger.
“Lionel Sandra began, seeing his expression and knowing her plan had worked. “I’m sorry just wanted to apologize to Hannah in person didn’t think she would react so strongly p>
“You don’t need to apologize to someone like her,” he said, taking a deep breath.
“I’ll take you to the hospital p>
“No, it’s okay, You should go after
Hannah. I’m worried she’ll do
something reckless. I can get a cab myself Sandra forced
forced a pained
smile and took a couple of steps, leaning on the railing. The sharp pain in her ankle made her hiss her face contorting.
“I’ll carry you p>
“Ah p>
Before Sandra could react, Lionel swept her up into his arms and strode up the stairs. The crowd gasped, and several people pulled out their phones to take pictures.
“Oh my God, that’s straight out of a romance novel p>
“Wow, he’s so intense! It’s perfect p>
“Ugh, I wish I had a boyfriend that protective. I’m so jealous p>