Chapter 85: Surprise, Mr. Wilson. Our Divorce Papers Are Here.
“Ahh!”
A shrill scream echoed through the chaotic crowd.
The
thug, who had been unstoppable just moments ago, lay sprawled on the ground, quickly subdued by others.
Gemma’s legs felt like jelly.
She’d heard of medical disputes turning violent but had never witnessed one firsthand.
And to think, she’d barely escaped with her life.
Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling.
Her heart was pounding like crazy.
Cold sweat poured down her forehead
Her mind was in complete disarray.
“Gemma, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Brian’s warm, soothing voice wrapped around her like a blanket, instantly calming her frazzled nerves.
She took a few deep breaths before finally regaining some composure.
“1–I’m fine. I didn’t get hurt.”
Her voice was still shaky.
“Who who saved us just now?”
Brian had been too far away to intervene in time.
“Gemma, are you sure you’re not hurt?”
A familiar voice cut through the crowd, drawing her attention.
Gemma’s brow furrowed as she turned toward the source of the voice.
That’s when she saw him.
The thug was pinned to the ground. Marcus had one foot planted on his back while the security guards restrained his head and legs.
Around them, scattered across the floor, were countless rose petals.
Was that red flash earlier. roses
19
What shocked Gemma even more was the realization that Marcus had saved her.
The relief of surviving the ordeal vanished in an instant.
If anything-
She almost wished the thug had stabbed her instead.
Marcus withdrew his foot and walked over quickly. “You’re pale. Should we get a doctor? I can go with you-”
“Mr. Wilson, do us both a favor and back off.”
A man in black suddenly emerged from the crowd.
His cold, expressionless face radiated an intimidating aura.
Gemma froze for a moment. She recognized him.
He was Eleven, one of Cassius’s bodyguards.
Marcus’s face darkened. “Who the hell are you to block
Eleven’s expression didn’t change.
“Just doing my job: keeping mad dogs away from Dr. Kelestine,”
Gemma couldn’t help but burst out laughing. The lingering fear from earlier faded significantly.
Clugter 15. Surprise, Mr. Wilson. Our Divorce Papers Are Here.
Sure. Marcus might’ve saved her, but she had no intention of acknowledging his “heroics.”
So her laughter was unrestrained, loud enough for Marcus to notice.
Marcus gritted his teeth and barked at Eleven
“Get out of my way!”
He tried to push past, but Eleven didn’t even flinch.
With just one arm, he stopped Marcus from getting anywhere near Gemma.
No matter how hard Marcus tried, he couldn’t get through.
“Gemma, is he your bodyguard
Tell him to leave!”
Gemma hated Marcus’s commanding tone, especially when he looked so impatient.
“Marcus, if you’ve got something to say, say it from there. I’ve already had a close call with a rabid dog today: I’d hate to get bitten again.”
Marcus’s temples throbbed with anger,
Did she just call him a rabid dog in front of everyone?
-You–1”
He moved forward again, only to be blocked once more by Eleven.
The onlookers began whispering, their voices growing louder,
“That’s the guy who kicked the thug earlier!”
“So cool! Though his face is a bit scary.”
“LOL, the handsome guy kicked the thug, and ‘Rose Guy” threw petals like it was a celebration. I got it all on video!”
“Right? Rose Guy almost knocked out the hero with that huge bouquet.”
“Seriously, was Rose Guy helping or just causing trouble?”
“Look at all these petals on the floor. The janitors are going to lose it!”
“Shh, the police are here!”
Someone had called the cops.
They quickly arrived, dispersing the crowd and taking the thug into custody.
As the area cleared, Gemma pieced together the events from the surrounding charter.
Her patience for Marcus was already paper–thin. Learning that he wasn’t the one who saved her only made her even less inclined to deal with him.
“Brian, Eleven, let’s go.”
“Stop right there!”
Marcus stepped forward and pointed at the rose petals scattered across the floor.
or your
“Don’t you see? I came here for
His fiery gaze bore into Gemma, his emotions barely contained.
He expected her to feel touched.
Maybe even lean down to pick up the roses.
After all, back when they were together, Gemma used to envy women who received roses
Marcus was never the romantic type. Surprises? Not his thing.
Roses? Forget it.
But this time, he’d gone out of his way.
Surely, she’d see how much he’d compromised..
Chapter 53: Surprise, Mr. Wilson Our Divorce Papers Are Here.
Gemma, however, looked at him like he was an idiot.
“Don’t you know how busy the janitors are here?”
“If you’d just come home with me- Marcus began, only to realize something was off.
Her attitude wasn’t what he’d expected.
His pride as a man felt deeply challenged
“Gemma,” he said, his tone now sharp and irritated. “Enough is enough. I came here personally to get you.”
Gemma tilted her head and asked, “Do you think you’re someone important?”
Marcus,
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.
“There’s been a misunderstanding between us. Let’s go home and talk it out.”
He reached out to grab her.
But Eleven blocked him again, dutifully carrying out Cassius’s orders.
Brian, standing nearby, narrowed his eyes at Eleven
Eleven noticed the scrutiny and glanced at Brian.
Brain quickly looked away, resuming his position protectively beside Gemma.
With “double protection” in front of her, Marcus clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
“Gemma, are you sure you’re not coming home with me?
Gemma stepped closer, a cold smirk on her lips.
“Have you forgotten? We’re divorced, Mr. Wilson. That birdcage of yours is perfect–for you to live in alone.”
Marcus’s jaw tightened.
Fine.
She wanted to push his buttons! She was succeeding
“There’s no divorce certificate. How can we be divorced?”
Gemma’s heart sank.
He was right.
The paperwork wasn’t finalized yet.
Technically, she was still Mrs. Wilson.
The thought made her feel nauseous for the first time.
She hated how disgusting “Mrs. Wilson” sounded.
“Dr. Kelestine, there you are! Finally!”
As she mulled over how to get Marcus to back off, a man in a court uniform hurried over.
“You are.” Gemma asked, confused.
The man smiled and opened his briefcase, pulling out a document.
“Here’s the mediation agreement. The procedures are complete, and I came to deliver it personally.
Gemma clutched the papers tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
She was crying tears of joy.
She’d waited so long for this.
After being jerked around, it was finally over.
“What mediation agreement?” Marcus asked, sensing something was wrong. He grabbed the court official’s arm.
Gemma held up the document, her smile radiant.
