Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 394 - 393: Very Unique

Aiden Shaw opened WeChat.

Joyce Hughes sent a message: "Sir, I heard Miss Tiana is sick and in the ward next to mine. Has she fallen asleep? May I come and see her?"

Aiden Shaw’s long brows were slightly chilly as he replied: "She’s asleep, and I don’t think your relationship with her is close enough for a visit."

The sarcasm in the words was evident, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Joyce stared at the text on her phone, tears welling up in her eyes.

Just separated by a wall, yet she could feel his indifference, as if the little bit of affection he had for her had dissipated.

She remembered when he brought her to the hospital last night. She had thought he was worried, quickly getting her into the hospital and handling the doctors.

But later, he didn’t come to her ward even once. It was Uncle Hayes who told her he had left, making her realize he didn’t want to see her alone.

He managed everything out of responsibility, unrelated to worry and certainly not to love.

He just wanted to go back as soon as possible.

Holding onto a shred of hope, she called Jesse Rivers, asking if Sir had an important meeting.

The answer was that Tiana Thorne was waiting for him at home.

Aiden Shaw, oh Aiden Shaw, truly a cold and heartless man.

But not entirely.

It’s different with Tiana Thorne, isn’t it?

Joyce’s eyes filled with tears as she read his sarcastic and indifferent reply, feeling as if her heart was being torn apart.

Why does Tiana Thorne get his affection?

She’s just a homewrecking actress.

Her parents entrusted her to Sir; she is his wife, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. It’s his responsibility.

This is what he owes Joyce Hughes.

Thinking of this, the discomfort in her heart eased a bit.

He’s just a man; it’s normal to show interest in other women before marriage.

No matter, she’ll make him focus only on her in the future.

Thinking of this, she smiled faintly, regained her confidence, and sent him a message: "Sir, next week is my parents’ memorial day. Can you accompany me to visit them?"

She waited for a long time, and finally, ten minutes later, Aiden Shaw replied: "Okay."

The arc of Joyce’s smile became clearer; she just wanted to constantly remind him of this responsibility.

Then sent another message: "Sir, my leg hurts terribly. Can you come and see me?"

This time, Aiden Shaw didn’t reply.

She waited for two hours, with nothing on her phone except scandals about Tiana Thorne.

Aiden Shaw seemed to have vanished.

Joyce was so angry she wanted to smash her phone but restrained herself.

She’s Aiden Shaw’s future wife; she must be generous.

Only this way, she qualifies to be the dignified wife of Sir Aiden.

Finally, she forced herself to smile broadly.

Thinking of Tiana Thorne’s arrogant attitude and seductive smile, she gripped the blanket tightly.

She would never let this pain be endured in vain.

...

The next day.

When Tiana Thorne woke up, the pain had eased.

Aiden Shaw had prepared breakfast for her, placed it on the table, but he had already left.

Tiana Thorne raised her eyes to see Jesse Rivers standing there. She moved her lips, her voice slightly dry: "Where’s Sir?"

"The old lady wanted to see him; he just left."

Old lady...

The term sounded unfamiliar.

She quietly asked: "Aiden’s mother?"

"It’s Sir’s grandmother."

Tiana Thorne: "..."

Jesse Rivers raised the hospital bed and placed the food on the small table: "Uncle Hayes asked the kitchen to stew these; drink them while they’re hot."

Tiana Thorne was indeed hungry. Seeing the chicken soup, she smiled, licking her lips: "Uncle Hayes really knows my tastes."

Jesse Rivers: "Ahem... it was actually Sir who said you needed chicken soup."

"Hearing this, Sir might not be entirely unfeeling." Tiana Thorne grinned, with some mischievous charm.

Jesse Rivers: "..."

See, this is Miss Tiana.

If it were any other woman, like Joyce Hughes next door, with this treatment, she’d be thrilled and moved to tears.

Only Miss Tiana acts like Sir’s attention —is a blessing he’s lucky to have.

Such a woman may be somewhat provoking but irresistibly likable.

Very unique.

"Miss Tiana, what do you want for lunch? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it."

Tiana Thorne thought hard, without any courtesy: "Tomato scrambled eggs, braised pork, carp soup, and if there’s roast rabbit, that’d be perfect~"

Jesse Rivers: "..."

Roast rabbit...

Uh...

Honestly, he couldn’t bear to see rabbits cooked; Miss Tiana sure is one of a kind.

"Okay, I’ll bring it to you by noon."

He picked up the lunch box as he spoke.

"No need to say thanks; after all, I treated your Sir, and not even getting paid. It is fair to eat what belongs to Sir."

Jesse Rivers: "Mm, that makes sense."

Then, he left after a few more words of concern.

Shortly after he left, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened.

Tiana Thorne raised her eyes and saw Joyce Hughes, sitting in a wheelchair, looking very haggard; it seemed she’d had a rough fall.

"Miss Tiana, are you feeling better?"

Tiana Thorne leaned against the bed, looking at the bandage wrapped around Joyce’s leg, smiling brightly: "I’m much better compared to you."

Joyce didn’t expect her to be so sharp-tongued.

Tiana continued: "You’re at this hospital too?"

"Yes, Sir brought you in and stayed next to me to take care of me. Actually, I should have come to see you yesterday, but the leg injury was serious. Sir told me to rest properly, so I didn’t come. Please don’t mind, Miss Tiana."

Tiana didn’t spare her face, bursting into laughter.

She considered herself thick-skinned, someone others couldn’t easily match with, but today she felt overshadowed.

Joyce tried to play the hostess role and failed last time; now she began again, adding a favored setting.

"Joyce, Sir stayed with me all night, did everything personally. Should I thank you? Maybe it’s because of you that I got Sir’s meticulous care."

Joyce’s smile froze, thinking Sir had returned.

He actually stayed with Tiana all night?!

Comparing herself, since admission, she hadn’t seen Sir at all, suddenly feeling unbalanced, but still maintaining the hostess stance: "You’re too kind, Miss Tiana."

Tiana’s smile was dazzling with a strong intensity in her gaze: "There will be plenty of opportunities for kindness toward you, but at the moment, I can’t think of anything. When I do, I won’t be polite."

Joyce didn’t expect to provoke her at all. Instead got teased, her anger simmering, suddenly recalling something, she turned to ask: "Miss Tiana, you don’t know the news about you in the entertainment circle, do you?"