Chapter 197 Your True Identity
Before leaving
ns the It
train, Reese had Kay take Louis home first, then deliver the items directly to the medical school
On the way back, Reese tat in the backseat while Malcolm remained silent, creating a tense atmosphere.
She turned to him and asked, “How did you recognize me?”
She thought her d
disguise was impeccable, especially since it was a total departure from her usual style. Her face, although not entirely altered, should have been hard to identify if someone didn’t look closely. The fact that Malcolm’s keen eye recognized her had caught her by surprise.
Malcolm leaned in, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers and blowing cool breath on her pale, striking cheek as he scoffed lightly.
“Have I gotten so bad th
that I wouldn’t recognize my own wife?”
Reese was not in the mood for flirting. She knew the tenderness in his eyes was a façade. Nobody could stay indifferent knowing that their spouse was deceiving them.
The man before her was probably holding back a lot of frustration.
Her gaze was cold and dismissive as she briefly glanced at Malcolm.
“And how did you manage
nage to track m
me here?”
“It s not tracking, really. I just know you well enough to say you wouldn’t just go on a trip with strangers.”
Given how she seldom interacted with her colleagues, not even allowing someone like Alyssa, who was often around her, to get too close, it was unlikely she would casually travel with others.
Reese’s bright
eyes sparkled with sharp wit, her gaze piercing,
“There’s more to it,
right?
You must have noticed something out of place that made you so sure I wasn’t just traveling.”
Malcolm playfully lifted her chin with his fingertips and planted a quick kiss on her lips. His mysterious eyes showed not a hint of anger, but appreciation instead,
His wife always managed to surprise him when he least expected it, and this time, it was both a pleasant and a startling surprise.
Reese, likely still in shock from a recent brush with mortality, was caught off guard by Malcolm’s sudden move.
“Malcolm!”
Annoyed, she glared at him but refrained from any physical retaliation.
The bloodthirsty look that had lingered in the man’s
i’s eyes was now gone, replaced by a gentle softness and a tender gaze.
“Call me “honey,” he teased.
Reese was exasperated. Here they were, is a situation that should’ve been grave and serious, but he acted as if nothing was amiss. He was perfectly calm and composed. She couldn’t decide whether to attribute this to his experience with lifes violent stormis or to a concerning ignorance of the peril they faced.
The failure of that groups mission meant trouble. Their puppet master wouldn’t let it slide; they’d be hunting for a chance to strike
Chapter 197 Your True Identity
back. Initially, only she was supposed to be involved, but now Malcom was inexplicably entangled in the mess..
Fortunately, none of their assailants had survived. If even one of them had survived, she and Malcolm would be anticipating the next assassination attempt.
va
features set in a serious expression.
She swatted his hand away from her hair, her stunning featur
“Malcolm, shouldn’t you be asking me something right now? Like, who I really am, what was in that box, why I kept this operation a secret from you, something like that? Shouldn’t you be angry and demanding to know why I deceived you?” she questioned, frustration laced with readiness for his confrontation.
Yet, he remained silent, opting instead to crack jokes with her.
Malcolm’s dark eyes were fixed intently on her. There was a starkly different aura about her than usual. Earlier, she had seemed like a fresh–faced young girl, but beneath the hint of coldness in her gaze, her inherent innocence was unmistakable.
Now, whether due to her makeup or attire, she exuded the aura of a cold–blooded assassin.
After a few seconds of scrutinizing Reese, Malcolm suddenly shed his coat and draped it over her, wrapping her up tightly.
Inside the car, Reese was sweating profusely. She widened her eyes.
Malcolm, what
are you doing? It’s hot, you know?”
Temove
the coat, Malcolm pressed her hand down. There was a deep look in his eyes revealing an overwhelming
As she went t to rem
possessiveness.
“No way. My wife is too beautiful to be seen by anyone else.”
“Is this really the time to be worrying about that?”
Malcolm held onto her hand, his fingertips gently tracing the back of her hand,
To me, your safety is what’s most important right now. I don’t care about your job, your identity, or why you’re here. But from now on, save that beautiful side of yours just for me, okay?”
When he finished, a cough escaped him as he tried–with little success–to mask his laughter, the corners of his eyes crinkling with
mirth.
He wasn t exactly in the dark; from the moment Reese had healed his leg Injury, he suspected she was no ordinary physician. The memory of her saving Grandpa Flynn’s life at the Flynn residence liggered, prompting him to consult the best doctor he had ever
known.
The old surgeon had told him that Grandpa Flynn’s sudden illness was so severe that even his own intervention might not have guaranteed survival. The patient should not have been moved, treatment options on–site were limited, and yet, Reese had managed. to pull off what seemed akin to a medical marvel with mere silver needles.
No fool would believe that any regular doc possessed such extraordinary skills.
Itis darling wife had yet more secrets, he was sure, but it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t press her, she hadn’t yet opened up to him completely, and that was because he had yet to make her feel fully secure
Willing to wait until she fully trusted him, he believed that in time he would come to share everything, with no need for him t
even ask.
to
Reese was no fool either. Hearing Malcolm change the subject, shu derstood what was happening.
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“So, you’ve known 1 studied medicine all along, and that I’m not just any doctor, haven’t you?” she calmly asked Malcolm.
Malcolm tenderly lifted his hand to stroke her hair, his eyes softly narrowing into a gentle curve, a light gleam touching his gaze.
Doctor or not, there’s only one thing that matters to me you’re my wife, Reese.”
Who you are of
or what you do is of
of no consequence to me.
Once again, Reese’s heart filled with a warm surge. This man knew much more than she thought, yet he never once considered divorcing her over it,
What was he really after then? Sure, she stood out in a crowd, but given Malcolm’s status and background, finding a woman more attractive than her would be a piece of cake for him.
She couldn’t figure out what he might want to use her for.
Could it be that Malcolm had actually fallen for her?
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