Chapter 128

Tomorrow was the weekend, and I was going back to Sunset Vista. Although the apartment I had bought on a whim was luxurious, it still wasn’t as comfortable as my home.

Winford had nothing to do and was originally going to wait for her to finish class and go back together. However, after just one class, she received a message from Graham saying that Mr. Winford had something urgent come up and had left early, but he had arranged for a driver to stay and wait for her.

Ophelia felt a bit down, but thinking about being able to see him when she got home made her feel less unhappy. I just couldn’t help but be curious about what was going on with Winford.

At that time, in Sunset Vista…

“Winford, you haven’t thrown away your wheelchair, have you? You don’t need it now, and it would be just right for you to give it to me.” A lazy male voice sounded.

At that moment, in front of Winford was a very handsome man who appeared graceful and lazy. The corners of his lips were habitually curved upward, and his brows and eyes were charmingly smiling, revealing a flirtatious and romantic demeanor. It was clear that he was someone who could easily win a woman’s affection. The only flaw was that he was sitting in a wheelchair.

In the sofa, Winford sat with a deep demeanor and did not speak. He looked at Bryson’s legs, a glint of cold light flickering in his eyes.

“Who had made the move?”

Bryson hesitated, then forced a bitter smile, his mood sinking. “Winford, I know what you’re doubting. I initially suspected that someone else was behind it too, but my parents consulted countless doctors and had me examined more times than I can count, and none of them found any issues. In the end, the conclusion was that it was a hereditary disease.”

“I suddenly became like this, and I didn’t eat anything wrong; it might really be a genetic disease.”

“There had been elders in my family who had experienced such situations, and the probability was actually very low. Who would have thought I would be so unlucky?”

Winford frowned slightly and asked, “Is there no way to treat it?”

“I had searched everywhere for renowned doctors. If they could cure me, I wouldn’t have come here,” Bryson said with a self-deprecating smile, quickly returning to his carefree demeanor. “Let’s not talk about that anymore. Winford, where is your wife? Won’t you let me meet her? I am very curious about her!”

As soon as the words were spoken, a girl’s clear and melodious voice came from outside, growing closer: “Honey, I’m back–!”

Winford’s stern expression suddenly softened. He glanced at the time and said, “She came back from class.”

Seeing the tenderness that unconsciously showed between his brows, Bryson was greatly surprised and then turned to look at the doorway. A charming figure burst into view. The girl had a graceful figure, bright eyes and brows, and a small face that was breathtakingly beautiful. Every move she made stirred the heart. Even though Bryson had seen countless things in America, he still felt his eyes light up.

“Honey–” Ophelia was holding her backpack, and before she finished speaking, she saw Bryson, causing her to stop in her tracks.

“Lia, come here,” Winford called her.

“Oh!” Ophelia suppressed a glimmer of light in her eyes, handed her backpack to the servant, and walked towards him.

“This is Bryson, my good friend. He will also be living at Sunset Vista from now on,” Winford said, pulling her hand and having her sit down beside him.

Ophelia nodded and politely said, “Hello, Mr. Merritt!” Her face appeared unfamiliar, but inside she almost burst out laughing. Bryson—she had originally planned to go to Kingchester to look for someone, but she didn’t expect the other party to come to her instead! The last time she took the initiative to contact him, he told her to get lost and even said that if she cured his leg, he would do a live stream eating that thing! Oh, she had already taken a screenshot, hoping that Bryson wouldn’t play tricks at that time!

Ophelia rubbed her hands together in anticipation, and her gaze seemed to casually sweep over the other person’s legs. In her past life, Bryson’s leg was healed by her.

At that time, she had already disfigured herself and, feeling inferior, did not dare to go out. Like a canary, she was kept by Cullen in a villa on the outskirts of Kingchester. Only when something happened—such as when a certain high-ranking official fell seriously ill and others could not cure him—would Cullen and Bessie let her take action. At that time, she wholeheartedly trusted those two people, always concealing her appearance and name while treating others, never doubting anything.