Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 856 - 855
"No, no, itβs not lost. I opened it and saw that the painting was so good, thinking it would be a shame to toss it, so I hung it up." π³ππππππππ πππ.π°π π¦
"Where did you hang it up?"
"In my office, on the wall."
"It was the welcome gift from my sister; I hadnβt even taken a glance at it, and you went ahead and hung it on your wall??"
The club manager was scared witless; wasnβt it Sean who said it wasnβt wanted.
"Why didnβt you hang your own head up there?"
Although Sean was steaming, he felt relieved that the painting was still intact. "Keep an eye on it and donβt touch it; Iβll come to fetch it."
After ending the call, Sean tried to get out of bed, but the movement pulled at his wound, causing his eyes to darken, so much so that even his breathing became pained.
"Sean, let me go for you instead; your body hasnβt been recovered."
"Then what are you waiting for? Get going!"
"Right away."
Steward realized that Seanβs temper was as unpredictable as ever. Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard Sean add, "And have someone check on my sisterβs whereabouts."
Where could she have gone after leaving the hospital?
Who was that henchman following her??
It seemed like his sister held some high status he was unaware of.
Was she also suspicious about that fire years ago??
She must have been conducting a secret investigation without letting their parents know which means that sheβs smarter and more capable than he thought.
Sheβs only been back for half a year but has already been onto Samβs trail.
"Sean." without leaving the ward, Steward asked shakily, "Dr. Bell is Ms. Collins, right? Iβve tried to nab her several times."
Though he never succeeded, but the hostility was established.
If Ms. Collins got mad, and later blamed him.
He couldnβt be left holding the bag for this; he was just following orders.
"Who told you to go around arresting people without proper investigation? After all these years, youβre still so reckless."
Upon hearing this, Stewart was flooded with hundreds of question marks in his mind.
Who was it that wanted to skin her alive and throw her to the wolves?
"Alright, Iβll put in a good word for you later, now get going, will you?"
Steward thought to himself: Sean, do you think you can really avoid this? You were the one who hit her on the back.
As the brother and sister sparred that day, neither yielded; Seanβs forearm had hit Ms. Collinsβ back.
Not just they saw it; Ms. Collins was probably well aware too.
"Why are you still standing there? What, are you a tree?"
"Yes, Sean."
Steward took the order and left the ward.
Sean felt a bit guilty, realizing he might have to face the music, and with that guilt came a mix of anxiety and irritation.
It was only now that he realized he didnβt have his sisterβs phone number, not even a WhatsApp contact.
His only choice was to send messages to his buddies, asking around for his sisterβs contact information.
Hunter: [Finally remembered you have a sister, huh?]
Chasel: [You think you can just ask for your sisterβs number and get it?]
Clark: [I had to go through quite a bit to get our sisterβs number myself. You think itβs that easy?]
David rolled his eyes dramatically. [You finally grew a conscience? You havenβt checked in on your sis for like, what, six months? You want her digits? Call me βbig broβ and I might just think about it.]
Sean could only sigh, realizing they were totally on the same page when it came to the sisterβs matters.
He sent a text to Louisa on WhatsApp, and just to be sure, he forwarded the same message to Kenneth.
Not long after, two texts buzzed in on his phone.
Dad: [Concern over the phone is one thing, but nothing beats showing it in person, kid. Want her number? Go ask her yourself.]
Mom: [Weβll talk when you get home!]
Who knew why he wanted his sisterβs number? If he went off-script like he did just now, describing her as temperamental, heβd tick her off in a heartbeat.
Seanβs mind wandered back to the last time when he almost recognized his sister, but his buddies threw him off the scent.
With that, he texted Hunter, with a hint of accusation in his tone.
[Is sis really that pretty?]
[Do you even have to ask?]
[I remember I asked you last time, and you said you didnβt know where to start.]
[She is drop-dead gorgeous, a one-in-a-million kind of beauty. Whether weβre talking her stunning features, her ethereal vibe, or her mad skills, sheβs a total head-turner. Her list of pros is a mile long,and wouldnβt be covered even if we talk about it all day.]
Sean blinked. So thatβs what Hunter meant. Did he misunderstand?
Next, he confronted Chasel, [Last time, you said sisβs looks were βindescribable.β Is she that hideous in your eyes?]
[Hideous? Every positive adjective falls short of capturing even a fraction of her beauty. She stands out in a crowd, a total knockout. And itβs not just her face; her talents are dazzling, too. Sheβs like this
glowing gem, and once you get to know her, you realize sheβs truly special. Indescribable? Yeah, because a single sentence hardly does her justice.]
Sean was irritated. [Why didnβt you just say so last time?]
[Man, I was on a mission last time! No time for chit-chat. Plus, why didnβt you come home and see her for yourself?? What, got a glimpse of her in person and found her prettier than expected? Or was it a photo that caught your eye?]
Sean didnβt bother replying, recalling how Clark had also been vague, probably because he wanted him to see her with his own eyes for the full effect as well.
He tried David next, who, when asked about their sisterβs looks, launched into a rhapsody, showering her with every flattering word under the sunβeasy 800 words worth.
[Why did you not compliment her last time?]
[Busy with my concert back then, man!]
Sean had assumed that his brothers thought lowly of their sisterβs looksβprobably unremarkable, not ready for prime time.
[Oh yeah, you mentioned meeting someone who looked a lot like sis, a real piece of work. Whatever happened with that?]
Davidβs memory surprised Sean, who replied curtly, [Zip it. Donβt ever bring that up with sis around.]
[Okay.] David was confused. He hadnβt been talking about their actual sister, so why the gag order?
But he had bigger fish to fry. With the New Year around the corner and the last three gigs lined up, heβd soon go home to be by his sisterβs side. This year, he was skipping every New Yearβs Eve gig that
came his way.
In his heart, nothing was more important than spending time with sis.
After parting with friends, Rosemary and Romeo left, leaving the coffee shop with two lovesick souls.
"Grab a drink somewhere?"
Once alone, Timothy felt his hidden emotions bubble to the surface like air escaping a deflating balloon.
"Letβs hit up that club I own. Weβre not calling it a night until weβre absolutely sloshed."
Derrick needed the alcoholβs numbness, too.
"You look like youβve been dumped, man." Timothy was down in the dumps himself and couldnβt fathom why his buddy seemed even more out of it.
To someone unknown to the situation, theyβd both look like theyβd just been kicked to the curb.
