Chapter 7 He Finally Said Yes

Marjorie turned to glance at the screen. It was Carolyn. Stephen took the call. "What's wrong?" Stephen said curtly as he leaned against the headboard. "Baby, my leg is hurting a lot. Can you come over?" the woman on the other end of the line said pitifully. "Why are you calling me to tell me your leg is hurting? I'm not a doctor." It turned out that the cold-hearted knight could not even recognize a damsel in distress, even if she was right under his nose. "Darling, I really miss you. Can you come over?" Carolyn refused to give up. That bitch! Marjorie was absolutely fuming at this point. Although she knew Stephen and Carolyn were already having an affair, they were still married, technically. Stephen still belonged to her! Marjorie knew exactly how to get rid of Carolyn. "Darling, I can't get enough of you. Can we do it one more time?" she crooned into the phone. Carolyn's voice disappeared immediately. Had she hung up the phone? All of a sudden, someone else's voice rang out from the other end of the line. "Ms. Carolyn, put down that knife! You're going to hurt yourself! "Someone help! Ms. Carolyn is trying to kill herself!" Stephen immediately leaped out of bed and hastily put on his clothes without so much as a second glance in Marjorie's direction. Marjorie would never stoop so low as to threaten someone with her life, but even she had to admit it was a great trick. Vicky, who was a light sleeper, overheard all the commotion and came out of her room to check. "Where are you going, Stephen?" "I have something urgent to take care of. I'll be right back," he replied curtly. "What could be so important? It's the middle of the night, for God's sake. Everything else can wait." "Mother, Marjorie got hurt. I need to go out to buy her some medicine." "Hurt? How could she have gotten hurt? She seemed fine just now." Vicky stared at Stephen with a dubious look. "Don't play dumb with me. I know you spiked the milk!" Stephen knew something was wrong when he drank the milk and smelt a little different than usual. However, he was so hungry he did not think twice and instead gulped it all down. Combined with the way he behaved with Marjorie just now, he knew instinctively that it had all been Vicky's doing. "Come on. I just wanted to give you and Marjorie a little push. Just a harmless little taste!" Vicky was absolutely overjoyed by this. She will have a little grandchild soon! She had gotten the aphrodisiac from Mrs. Helen next door. If she had known it would work so great, she would have gotten her hands on this earlier! "Well, I ended up drinking both glasses, so are you happy now?" With that, Stephen turned to leave, but Vicky grabbed hold of him. "I think you'd better take Marjorie to the hospital. I meant to give each of you a glass, so why did you drink both of them yourself? Wait here. I'll go get her." By the time Marjorie hobbled down the stairs, Stephen was beginning to grow annoyed. "Come on," he snapped as he grabbed Marjorie's arm. "Slow and steady. Marjorie's hurt, remember? Be gentle with her, you useless prick." Marjorie was very much confused by this exchange. She pinched Stephen's waist and whispered, "What's going on?" "Just follow me. Don't ask questions," he snapped at her. Marjorie shot him a glare. "Well, you're the one needing my help right now." With that, Stephen scooped her up in his arms and strode out the door. "Mom, I'm bringing Marjorie to the hospital now. We'll come visit you again some other time." "Gentle, Stephen! You're going to hurt her like this!" It was Stephen's first time carrying Marjorie like this, and she was momentarily stunned. She stared dazedly at his chiseled face, and passion ignited within her once more. However, the moment he got outside, he put her down. She should have known. "I owe you one. Get in the car," he said. "Well, since you owe me one, I'd like you to back off and let me resume my career in voice acting." Marjorie had been racking her head all day, trying to come up with a solution to get Stephen to back off. She loved acting and doing voiceovers equally, and she could not choose between the two. However, since she was still Stephen's wife, she knew she could not expose her true identity to the public. If she did, the media would get ahold of all her information, including her past. This would jeopardize not only herself but Stephen's career as well. "Fine, but you're only allowed to do so under the name of Bluebell; I'm sure you know why. I will personally see to it that your personal information is secured, and you're not allowed to reveal your true identity to anyone at the film production company," Stephen said calmly, his gaze fixated on somewhere in the distance. A sinking feeling seeped into Marjorie's heart. She could hardly believe that he had said such a thing. Stephen had gotten to where he was by being a ruthless, cold-blooded businessman, and she never thought he would one day be willing to compromise for a woman. The driver could feel the tense atmosphere between them and instinctively tried to stay as silent as he could. At one point, he even tried to breathe as quietly as possible. Finally, when they arrived back in the city, Marjorie said to the driver, "Mr. Dave, you can drop me off there. Right in front." Stephen clenched his fists and said curtly, "Send her home." "I won't return to that place again. Our marriage is in shambles, and I don't see the need for us to continue living together," she said calmly, with a hint of sadness in her tone. "Don't worry. I'll stay out of your way. You can continue living there until the divorce is settled." Marjorie wondered if Stephen would split the house with her after the divorce, but she did not want to dwell on it too long. Since he offered her to stay, she would do as she pleased. After all, she had lived in that house for two years and had picked out every hedge and flower pot in the garden herself. She knew the place like the back of her hand. "Thank you. Are you sure you won't come by?" Marjorie was a little skeptical of this. After all, Stephen was a businessman, and he would never do something unless it benefited himself. By the time they arrived at the house, Fiona was already fast asleep. Marjorie returned to the familiar room with freshly washed sheets. She leaped onto the bed and sighed in pleasure. 'If only I could get this house from the divorce settlement, that'd be perfect,' she thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep. The next morning, after she woke up, there were about a dozen missed calls from Meredith. She also woke up to an email from Blue Ray Films in her inbox. [Congratulations, Ms. Bluebell. We are delighted to inform you that you have passed the audition. Please report yourself for duty at 10 a.m. tomorrow at the Voiceover Department.] Stephen had stuck to his word after all. Marjorie called Meredith to tell her why she had not gone home the night before and notified her that she would return that afternoon to retrieve her suitcase.