Part 3Gave My Amnesiac Husband to His Mistress

I signaled for her to relax, lying without changing expression: "Sarah Clark, your personal secretary."

"Since Mr. Bennett is awake, there are many urgent matters at the company that need handling. I won't disturb your reunion with your wife."

I bowed slightly, my tone respectful and distant.

Adrian seemed uncomfortable with my attitude.

He unconsciously licked his dry, cracked lips, his gaze lingering for a second on the water glass I'd placed on the table.

In the past, I would have already put the water to his lips, making sure the temperature was just right.

But now, I didn't move a muscle.

Adrian waited two seconds. Seeing I had no reaction, his brow furrowed even deeper.

He looked at Vivian, his tone carrying a hint of playful whining:

"Honey, I want some water."

Vivian clearly had no experience taking care of people and fumbled clumsily trying to pour water.

The result was that the water was too hot—as soon as she handed it over, Adrian flinched from the burn.

"Hiss—"

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Vivian panicked and quickly grabbed tissues to wipe it up.

Even though he'd been burned, Adrian endured the pain to comfort her:

"It's fine, not your fault. I was too impatient."

See? That's the difference between love and no love.

In the past, if I accidentally made his coffee a bit too strong, he'd lecture me with a dark face for ages, saying I couldn't even handle such a simple thing.

Now Vivian burns him, and he turns around to comfort her instead.

I sneered inwardly and pulled out a set of keys and an access card from my bag, placing them on the bedside table.

"Mrs. Bennett, the care work during Mr. Bennett's hospitalization will be your responsibility."

"Also, Mr. Bennett is allergic to seafood, doesn't eat cilantro, is particular about pillows, and must have a cup of warm black coffee every morning."

I rattled it all off at lightning speed.

Vivian listened in a daze, nodding unconsciously.

Adrian looked at me, confusion flashing in his eyes.

"How do you know all this so clearly?"

I met his gaze calmly and smiled:

"As Mr. Bennett's personal secretary, understanding my boss's lifestyle habits is part of my job."

"Now that Mrs. Bennett is here, these responsibilities naturally transfer to her."

"After all, some intimate matters aren't appropriate for a secretary to handle."

Adrian was left speechless by my response.

He seemed to feel something was off but couldn't put his finger on it.

He could only wave his hand irritably:

"Fine, go do your work."

"Yes, Mr. Bennett."

Without any hesitation, I turned and walked away.

When I reached the door, Adrian's voice came from behind:

"Wait."

My steps paused, but I didn't turn around.

"Um... were the medical bills paid?"

So he was worried about money.

I turned around and waved the receipt in my hand:

"Already advanced from the company account. It will be deducted from your dividends later."

"Mr. Bennett, rest and recover. I'll take care of the company."

After speaking, I pulled open the door and strode out.

The moment I closed the door, I heard Vivian complaining coquettishly:

"Why is this Secretary Clark so cold? She has no warmth at all."

Adrian was silent for a while before saying in a low voice:

"Maybe people with strong work abilities are all like that."

Walking out of the inpatient building, I took a deep breath. The air mixed the smell of disinfectant with osmanthus flowers.

How nice.

I was still alive.

I took out my phone, removed Adrian from my pinned contacts, and changed his name from "Husband" to "Mr. Bennett."

Finally, I didn't have to play the servant anymore.

I just wondered how many days this pampered princess Vivian could last.

You should know, Adrian's foul temper—even his own mother couldn't stand it.

For seven years, I'd been the one who spoiled him rotten.

Now, it was someone else's turn to taste the bitter fruit.