Chapter 18 You Don't Have to Work

Eliza couldn't resist his kiss at all. She felt like drowning with every administration of his lips, until- "Ouch!" When Beau grabbed her shoulder, Eliza couldn't help but gasp in pain. The romantic atmosphere disappeared instantly. Beau stood up and looked at her with a frown. "What's wrong?" Even though he was led astray by his emotions just now, Beau was still careful enough to avoid her injured wrist. Why did she give off such a strong reaction just from touching her shoulders? "I'm fine." Eliza was in so much pain that she couldn't get up from the bed. Beau's hand was placed directly on the wound on her shoulder just now. Noticing that something was amiss, Beau reached out and tore off her clothes. The white gauze on Eliza's shoulder was stained with blood. Beau widened his eyes in shock. "Did Michael Lewis do this to you?" "No, it wasn't him." "I accidentally injured myself while at work." Eliza felt uneasy with her left shoulder exposed in the open air. She wanted to get up but Beau held her back. Carefully, he took off the stained gauze. Although the wound was not deep, it was still a horrifying sight. He took the medicine out of Eliza's bag and applied it to her injury. He frowned and said, "You should resign." Beau applied the ointment softly on her wound. "I'm not Jay Carr, you know?" "You don't have to work so hard to make money." "After resigning, you can stay at home to take care of Braint and Demarion. You won't have to suffer from such injuries anymore. The kids will be happy as well." After he was done, he closed the medicine box and said, "I can give you money." Eliza quickly shook her head. "I really enjoy my work." Beau narrowed his eyes and sneered, "How can you say that when you're injured like this?" "It was an accident." Eliza smiled awkwardly. "I don't get injured at work most of the time." She looked at Beau with a serious expression, "I can still take care of the kids while working." She said in a determined tone and an expression glimmering with hope, "I like my job. I also like the feeling of fighting for my own career." Beau glanced at her indifferently. He didn't say anything further. In the past, all of the women who pursued him used to set sights on his fortune. They weren't exactly interested in him. They all wished that they could live a comfortable life without worrying about making ends meet. However, Eliza was different from them. "You should rest." When she realized that he wasn't saying anything, Eliza heaved in a deep breath and carried her pillow and blanket. She was planning to sleep on the floor again. Beau grabbed her arm the minute she finished spreading out blankets on the floor. He pulled her onto the bed. Eliza pursed her lips. "I think it's better for me to sleep on the ground..." "You're injured." Beau said with a low voice, "If you don't want to sleep on the same bed with me," He went to the mattress below and said, "I can sleep on the floor." "No, no!" Eliza grabbed his hand quickly and said, "You can't sleep on the ground." He was the man of the house, and this was his home. Eliza was an outsider. How could she possibly let him sleep on the floor? After hesitating for a while, she pursed her lips. "Alright then." Since they were officially husband and wife, sleeping on the same bed shouldn't be a problem. It was just that... When Eliza thought about their passionate kiss and what happened that night in the tub, her complexion was flushed in red. Beau returned to the bed and laid down. They turned off the lights and went to sleep. The bed was very spacious. Eliza laid on one side of the bed and Beau on the other.  The bed was so big it could fit two people between them. But even so, Eliza could still hear Beau's even breathing in the dead of the night. All of a sudden, the room felt hot, and her heartbeat increased its rhythm again. Feeling nervous, she grabbed her blanket but she just couldn't fall asleep. It wasn't until the break of dawn that Eliza yawned tiredly as she fell into a deep slumber. ...... Around seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang. Eliza yawned. She got up from the bed and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for the two kids. When she was almost done, Beau came downstairs, already prepared to leave. Eliza called him over for breakfast warmly. "Did you prepare breakfast?" Sitting down at the dining table, Beau asked with a frown. Eliza nodded, "Yes." Beau stared at her squarely. "How is your wrist?" "What about your shoulder? Does it still hurt?" Under his penetrating gaze, Eliza replied uncomfortably, "No, I'm fine now." Beau snorted. Then, he turned to look at the two children who were enjoying their breakfast at the table. "Can't you two ask the housemaids to prepare breakfast for you?" Braint and Demarion looked at each other in amazement. "Daddy." Demarion widened his puppy eyes and asked, "Are you... worried about mommy?" Beau froze when he heard that. After a while, he turned around and went out. "Wait a minute." Braint stopped eating and said, "Mommy is injured." "You should send her to work." Beau frowned slightly. Since Braint rarely asked him for anything, Beau wouldn't reject his son's simple request. He turned to look at Eliza. "Let's go." "It's fine, really." Eliza waved her hand. "We are going in different directions anyway. I can take the bus." Braint took a sip of milk and said in a soft tone, "Mommy, do you dislike my father?" Eliza shook her head quickly and said, "No, of course not. I just want to keep a low profile." "I see." Demarion turned to look at the butler standing not for away. "Can you please get the cheapest car in the garage, so that daddy can send mommy to work?" Eliza was perplexed at his request. Beau sighed and shook his head. Ten minutes later. When Eliza saw the BMW parked at the entrance of the villa, she was shocked beyond words. The butler wiped the sweat off his head and said, "Sir, Madam, this is the worst car I can find in the family." Beau didn't seem to care. He opened the door and got into the car. Feeling helpless, Eliza had no choice but to follow him. The atmosphere in the car was slightly awkward.  Beau grabbed the steering wheel and looked ahead of him. He asked, "Do you want to be the lead actress?" Eliza was taken aback by his question. She almost dropped her phone from the shock. She turned to look at him in surprise. "What do you mean by that?" "The reason you're working so hard as a stuntwoman, isn't it because you wish to become the lead actress one day?" Beau said calmly, "I can make it happen, you know?" "If you want to be an actress, I can make you famous." Since she didn't want to resign, he could help her to build her career. It was not a difficult task. Eliza was too stupefied to say anything. After a long while, she came back to her senses and reacted, "I think... you have misunderstood me." "I've never thought about being the lead actress. In fact, I don't want to be an actress at all." "I'm happy enough to work as a stuntwoman." Beau frowned and said, "Are you sure about that?" He could only see the pain she had to endure from her injuries. Eliza frowned and smiled. "You don't understand." To tell the truth, she had actually thought about becoming a lead actress before. Who wouldn't want to be the highlight of the entire show? It was a dream come true. However, when she observed Jay and Madeleines' journey of building their career, Eliza had actually developed a fear for the entertainment industry. After all, she used to be a surrogate mother who gave birth to a dead fetus. No matter when it happened (and it definitely would at some point), if someone dug up her dark history, she would definitely be ostracised by the public. She would rather continue working as a stunt woman than enduring snarky comments from the public. As long as she could earn a living, she had nothing to complain about. Soon, they arrived at the entrance of Parson Media. Even though Eliza tried her best to avoid unnecessary attention, her colleagues still noticed the expensive BMW. "Eliza, who's that? Your sugar daddy?" Her colleagues ridiculed her. "No, it's not like that." Eliza changed her clothes and smiled helplessly. "He is just kind enough to let me hitch a ride to work." "Eliza, the director is looking for you!" Before she could finish changing, one of the staff called out for her from the set. Eliza frowned and went to see the director. "You should resign." The director frowned and glanced at her. "From today onwards, you can no longer work as a stunt woman for Parson Media."