My Billionaire Husband

After staying in the ICU for a day, Jacob was transferred to the VIP room. However, Brianna was still unconscious and had to be kept in the ICU. She had lost too much blood, and as she had the rarest Rh-negative blood type, the hospital had difficulty finding the right blood for her.

Fortunately, just as the blood was still being delivered on-air and Brianna needed the blood desperately, someone brought two bags of Rh-negative blood.

The doctors scrutinized it and found that it was exactly the right one for Brianna and it was clean and safe. The doctors asked Scott for his permission for the transfusion, and Scott agreed, meanwhile, he asked Levi to find out who it was the brought the blood and where it came from.

Despite the time and effort they invested, they could find nothing but that it was a teenage boy that gave the blood to the doctor and refused to offer any information.

The boy was just a usual high school student, and both his parents had a normal job. None of his family knew anything about the boy taking the blood to the hospital, and even the boy himself had no memory of it at all. It was obvious that they had deleted his memory right after he finished his task.

Who is it? Why do they make it so mysterious? Scott wondered.

Finally, Brianna awoke that night after being in a coma for a few days. She saw Scott sitting by the bed, looking exhausted and sleep-deprived.

She felt terribly thirsty. Her lips were dry, and her throat hurt. She tried to speak, and it only came out as a meek whisper, "Scott..."

Scott stood up and bent over immediately. He helped her sit up in his arms gently. "Would you like some water?"

Brianna nodded. Scott got her a glass of water, and Brianna downed it eagerly.

"Why did you save me?" Scott finally asked.

"Why? I, I don't know."

"Tell me the truth."

"I really don't know. I just followed my instinct. I didn't want you to die..."

"But you could have died. Didn't you think about that?"

"It all happened in just seconds. I didn't..." Brianna muttered.

Scott watched her quietly. His eyes seemed to speak of sadness, of memories, and then of sudden realization. They seemed to glow with gratitude and affection.

In his mind, he recalled, once again, how the little girl tried to save him on that icy winter day and almost drowned herself.

Why? They have both saved me, and she looks so much like the little girl! But, but she's not. She doesn't have the mole on the corner of her left eye. I remember it so clearly. Sol is the little girl, not her. He was deep in thought and accidentally touched the wound on Brianna's back. Brianna shuddered out of pain. Scott then suddenly awoke and apologized. "Sorry. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Brianna didn't have an appetite for food, but she did want some privacy. "Scott, err, can you...err, I need to go to the bathroom." Brianna said with a bashful blush, hoping Scott would leave the room.

Scott chuckled. "Come on. I have seen you n.a.k.e.d numerous times." He picked her up gently and carried her to the bathroom. Though it was a VIP room with a private bathroom and there was no one watching, Brianna still felt awkward.

Scott acted as if nothing unusual. He helped take off her trousers for her gently, and when she was done, he put them back on for her and carried her to the sink for her to wash her hands.

Looking at the bandages wrapped around him, Brianna asked anxiously, "Doesn't it hurt? I can walk, I think."

"No worries. It's nothing."

Scott put her down on the bed and sat down next to her. He took out his laptop and got to work. Brianna had been sleeping for a few days, and she didn't feel like sleeping at all. As soon as she closed her eyes, she couldn't help recalling the brutal scenes at the bar. So, she stared at the ceiling instead.

Scott wondered what she was thinking. He watched her quietly.

As if she could feel his gaze, Brianna turned to look at him only to see how intense his gaze was, like the calm blue ocean with powerful currents underneath.

Suddenly, he bent down and kissed her. It started gently and quickly grew passionately as if he was in an eager search, his tongue playing with hers demandingly.

"Hmm, Scott..hmm..." Brianna was too surprised to understand. Doesn't it hurt? He's got broken bones! Is he numb to pain? He's such a strange one.

Then, she saw the blood on his shirt. The bandage was soaking red. Brianna could hardly speak or move, lying still helplessly. She didn't have the strength to reject, and she knew very well that it would be useless anyway. If he wanted her, he would have her anytime.

When his tongue finally released hers, and his lips left hers reluctantly, Brianna was almost panting. He stroked her lips softly with his fingertip, and with a husky voice, he said, "Don't look at me like that, or I will lose control and eat you up right now."

"Huh?" Brianna was even more confused now. You are the one that was staring at me! I simply turned to look at you for a second! She turned her head away so as not to face him. But to her surprise, she saw the bodyguards standing by the door, with their back facing her. Brianna blushed terribly.

Scott chuckled at her reaction and said matter-of-factly, "What's wrong with kissing my own wife with people around?"

"But..." Brianna hesitated and thought there was no point in reasoning with him.

"You rarely call me honey," Scott said suddenly.

"Huh?" Brianna stared at him, startled. "Why?"

"Why? I'm your husband, aren't I?" He said plainly. "Call me honey from now on."

"Err..." Brianna found it awkward to obey his strange request. Seeing her hesitation, Scott grew annoyed and impatient. He moved closer to her, then bit her ear gently and said cheekily, "Say it. Call me honey. Or I will eat you up right here right now."