Chapter 2 The strong smell of blood flooded Veronica's nostrils . She frowned , feeling the warm , damp touch of the man's body against her waist . In the darkness , Veronica couldn't make out his face . But based on her instincts , she could tell he was tall , broad , and badly injured , The feeling of his arm draped across her neck wasn't pleasant , not to mention that most of his body weight was pressing down on her , Just as Veronica was about to make a move , she heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door , and from the sound of them , it was clear there were quite a few people . The man in front of her was already breathing more shallowly than before . Veronica furrowed her brows ever so slightly , thinking . "This is such a hassle . She hated hassles . The door to the hotel room was being knocked heavily , as though someone was trying to break it down . After a few minutes , the door was finally opened . Behind it stood Veronica , dressed in a bathrobe , her petite figure radiating the steam from her shower . She lazily leaned against the doorframe and questioned , " What's the matter ? " The man who had knocked froze , his gaze lingering on Veronica . One of the men in a hotel uniform asked , " Hello , Ms. Weston . Is there anything unusual going on in your room ? " " Unusual ? " Veronica raised an eyebrow . " What do you mean ? " Well , you see , an escaped convict injured one of our guests in the presidential suite and managed to escape , " he spoke while glancing inside , clearly trying to confirm whether there was anyone else inside . Veronica pondered , ' An escaped convict ? She smiled , shifting slightly to one side , " Would you like to come in and search ? " She turned and walked back into the room , showing no intention of stopping these people from entering . The hotel staff member leading the group knew Veronica's identity and didn't dare to be too forward . But he wasn't willing to leave without checking , so he left the others outside and entered with an apologetic smile . Veronica shot him a glance before stepping into the bathroom . " Don't mess up my things . Once you're done searching , lock the door on your way out . " The bathroom door slammed shut behind her , and the staff member stared at it , hesitating . He hadn't searched that room yet . But then he reconsidered , thinking , ' Ms. Weston has no reason to help an escaped convict . After all , she's just a girl . There's no way she'd have the guts to stay in the same room with a cold - blooded, murderous fugitive . The sound of the bathroom faucet running filled the air . Amid the steady flow of water , Veronica heard the footsteps of the staff leaving the room and the sound of the door being locked . Only then did she walk over to the bathtub and reach in to pull the man out from where he lay , hidden beneath the rose petals that filled the tub . The man's face was pale , his eyes tightly closed , and his tightly shut lips were just as pasty , Veronica's hand gripped his arm , which was burning hot , yet his body trembled uncontrollably . He was running a high fever , but he didn't utter a sound . When Veronica had placed him in the bathtub earlier , he had still been conscious. Without a word , he had climbed in , fully aware that soaking in water could be life - threatening . But before a greater danger approached , he had chosen the former without hesitation . Veronica thought of her dog , Bear , whom she had once cared for . That was the main reason she had decided to help this man . Raymond Harrington was freezing . A boundless chill swept through him , colder than when he had been thrown into an icy lake as a child at an orphanage He felt like he could hear the merciless , mocking laughter of those people in his ears . He clenched his teeth , his mouth filled with a metallic taste . " Relax . You can't take the medicine if you keep your teeth clenched like that , Veronica said . She frowned , watching Raymond lying on the bed with his teeth clenched tightly . She couldn't tell if he was having a nightmare or if he was in unbearable pain . 637 PM P P Chapter 2 Veronica glanced at the medicine in her hand , now cold . Without hesitation , she reached for one of the acupuncture needles on the side and poked it at the corner of his mouth . The sharp , tingling sensation made Raymond stop gritting his teeth , and Veronica immediately poured the entire cup of medicine down his throat . " You're such a handful , much worse than Bear , she complained . After finally getting the medicine into Raymond , Veronica threw the blood - stained clothes into the trash bag , packed it up , washed up . and changed into clean clothes . She then collapsed onto the sofa by the window and fell asleep . Worried that Raymond might still have a high fever in the middle of the night , Veronica woke up just before dawn . She groggily got up with her eyes closed , touched his forehead , and found that his fever had subsided . Then she went back to sleep . As the morning sun bathed the entire city , Veronica slept soundly on the sofa in the hotel suite , with the heavy curtains blocking the sunlight . On the bed , Raymond , the injured man , was the first to wake , disturbed by the urgent need to relieve himself . He opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar place . A flash of cold , murderous intent crossed his gaze , and instinctively , he tried to sit up . However , when he moved , the flesh bandage on his waist pulled , and the pain made him frown . Fragments of last night's events flashed in his mind . He remembered he'd been set up and severely injured , fleeing to an empty hotel room where he met a woman . Thinking of her , he looked around , seeing Veronica curled up on the sofa by the window . The thin floral blanket was bunched up around her , and she had wrapped herself in it , holding it close . Veronica's long hair , scattered and messy , draped over her cheeks , resting on the blanket . Her face , partially visible through her hair , looked beautiful in the sunlight . Raymond's gaze darkened slightly , IFY Fyou keep staring . I'll start charging , Veronica spoke in a sweet , soft voice . It was still laced with sleepiness , like a gentle breeze caressing the mountains in spring - tender , dreamy , and just as irresistible as a cat playfully scratching at one's heart . Raymond moved slightly , preparing to get up . " Do you want your waist to recover or not ? Veronica's voice , still carrying the innocence of youth , sounded again , causing Raymond to pause . On the sofa , Veronica lazily sat up , the floral blanket still draped over her . She ran her fingers through her messy , long hair , tilting her head as she looked at Raymond . The morning sunlight was warm . A beam of light slipped through the crack in the curtains , falling perfectly on the sofa , enveloping the petite figure of Veronica in a golden halo . Her eyes , focused on Raymond , were clear and bright , without a hint of cloudiness . They shone even more brightly than the morning A strange feeling spread in Raymond's chest , and he found it deeply unsettling . He didn't like things he couldn't control . His expression remained cold , his eyes icy as he stared at Veronica . His voice was just as frigid as his gaze . " Who are you ? " Veronica was left speechless At Weston Villa Villa , the atmosphere at the dining table between Linda and her daughter , Chloe , was tense . Chloe was furning , yelling . " This is so infuriating . That bumpkin actually dared to stay at a hotel ? And at Royale International Hotel , no less ? That's a five - star hotel . Does she really think she deserves to be there with her status ? " Chloe thought , Last night , we purposely closed the door to teach that hillbilly Veronica a lesson . I can't believe that she'd dare go to a hotel : Linda took a sip of her red wine and smiled , speaking softly , " Sweetheart , have you forgotten what I've always taught you ! Don't go around calling her a bumpkin . She's your sister ." Chloe scoffed , " Mom , how could a bumpkin from a poor village like her possibly be my sister ? Just thinking about how tacky and plain she must look makes me want to scream . And now you want me to treat her like my sister ? 23 P P Chapter 2 " Also , where did that hick get the money to stay at a hotel ? Did she use our family's money ? That's our money , Mom . It's ours ." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!