A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage (reese and hudson)

Luther finally let out a long-awaited sigh of relief, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and exhaustion: "Thank

you, doctor."

Mariel's gaze shifted toward him, a hint of determination in her eyes: "While you navigate the hospitalization

procedures, I'll stay here with her."

Luther gave a subtle nod.

Reese's tin a comatose state turned out to be relatively brief; she emerged from her unconsciousness

shortly after being brought out of the emergency room. Her eyes blinked open, only to find Mariel perched

beside her hospital bed, engrossed in her mobile phone.

The discomfort from the wounds on her body prompted a soft, involuntary hiss from Reese's lips: "Miss Chase."

Mariel swiftly abandoned her phone, concern evident in her expression as she looked at Reese: "Are you awake?

How are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort?"

Reese noticed her nervous tone, she shook her head slightly: "It's bearable. Why are you here?"

Rolling her eyes playfully, Mariel retorted: "Well, when | was driving, | happened upon quite the tic car

accident scene. You were being cradled by sguy, and | swear | almost had a heart attack. Both he and |

rushed you to the hospital immediately. Thankfully, you're okay. Otherwise, I'd be carrying a massive load of guilt

right now."

Reese's smile persisted, though she remained silent, feeling a trace of weariness settle in.

In a mischievous yet concerned tone, Mariel raised an eyebrow and continued: "Oh, by the way, what's the story

behind that handshunk who held you as if you were a priceless artifact?"

A surprised glance from Reese met Mariel's inquiry: "You don't know?"

Mariel fired back with a question of her own: "Should | know him?"

Reese's response gave Mariel pause; indeed, Luther Van Eimeren had maintained a low profile during his

academic years, and his identity remained unknown to many. Moreover, his frequent travels abroad over the

past couple of years had further limited his visibility within elite circles.

With a subtle smile, Reese opted not to elaborate further: "His nis Luther Van Eimeren, a senior from my

university."

She looked at Reese in a careless manner and said, "You are an excellent person!"

Reese found herself momentarily taken aback, before a warm smile graced her features: "I appreciate the

compliment."

Mariel's lips curved into a playful pout: "Let's drop the formalities, shall we? Consideryour friend from now

on."

Reese found herself slightly taken aback by Mariel's declaration, a mix of surprise and bemusement crossing her

features: "Miss Chase, do you make friends unilaterally?"

Mariel's usually bright expression seemed to darken: "What's this? You don't want to be my friend?"

Reese couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, her voice tinged with a teasing tone: "Well, now that you mention

iE

But truth be told, Reese hadn't quite anticipated Mariel's candid approach; the offer had caught her a bit off

guard.

Mariel's countenance took on an even deeper shade of seriousness, her tone bordering on genuine concern: "So

you are finding fault with me, then? Pray, tell me, in what way am I lacking? Why wouldn't you want to be my

friend?"

Reese regarded Mariel's straightforward and earnest reaction, finding her approach both charming and cute:

"You're overthinking things. It's not about disliking you; it's just that we don't really know each other that well

yet. Rushing into a friendship might lead to complications down the road. I'm just being cautious."

Mariel waved her hand dismissively, her demeanor exuding a sense of unwavering confidence: "You're

overcomplicating it. While it's true | don't know much about your background or the people in your circle, | do

know your character, and that's reason enough for me. As for the rest, we'll take it one step at a time. You know

what they say-birds of a unique feather stay together. We seem to have similar tastes, and well, friendship

should be an inevitable, no? Isn't that what matters?"

Reese's lips twitched with amusement, a hint of playful sarcasm lacing her words: "I'm guessing your

communication skills were fine-tuned by your gym teacher, were they not? You say things with such confidence

that | dare not correct you, but | must admit, while | understand your point, you've certainly given a new twist to

that expression!"

Mariel's enthusiasm remained undaunted; she was clearly overjoyed: "Who cares about the details? As long as

you get the gist, that's all that matters."

Meanwhile, in the Strakovski Jewelry President's Office...

Lukas emerged from the lounge after changing his attire, seeking approval from Martins. He cast a discerning

glance at his assistant before posing the question with a touch of formality: "How does this suit look?"

Martins, though wearing a somewhat resigned expression, "It looks excellent, sir!"

This scenahad unfolded far longer than Martins, this little subordinate, had anticipated. Changing into his

eighth outfit of the day, none had received his approval, despite his repeated requests for Martins' input. Martins

never imagined that Mr Strakovski would also possess a penchant for outfit changes bordering on the obsessive!

Lukas' brow furrowed: "Is your eyesight failing you? I've asked you eight times now, and you keep insisting they

all look good!"

Martins' face contorted, "I'm speaking the truth, Mr. Strakovski. How could Mr. Strakovski possibly look bad in

anything? You carry off any attire with finesse, leavingwith nothing negative to say!"

A fleeting glance from Lukas, and suddenly his enthusiasm for changing attire waned: "In that case, this one will

do. Please order another bouquet of flowers, | intend to take them hafter work."

This marked Lukas’ first step towards reconciliation after his frosty standoff with Reese.