"What? Honey?" Nina raised her voice. All she did was hurt his legs, not his brain.

What was wrong with John? He seemed to be going crazy.

"Yeah. Call me honey again." He smiled wickedly but his slightly hoarse voice was particularly thrilling. It was always attractive to Nina, no matter the situation.

"No, it's impossible. Don't even think about it." She blushed. "I will only call the person who I love and who is my legal husband honey."

What a coincidence!

John was such a person.

But he wasn't about to tell her that just yet.

He was afraid that she might force him to sign the divorce papers or leave as soon as she found out.

John knew Nina too well.

He had to find a way to prevent her from leaving before telling her the truth.

"Do you remember what you did after you got drunk last night?" John narrowed his eyes. His burning breath sprayed on the side of Nina's face making her blush again.

"What...what did I do?" She really had no idea what had happened. She very rarely got drunk and most times she was prone to b

asn't here to make trouble, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Nina saw that his right hand was only bandaged and the rest of his body was fine, her attention turned to his friends. "Are your friends alright?"

"Fine. They're fine." A forced smile appeared on his face. He was never going to tell her the truth. Yesterday, John said that they were only hurt because they tripped and fell by accident.

"They just tripped and fell. Four of them went back to their homes last night. Only Haley had a bad fall and is lying in the next ward."

"Tripped and fell?" Nina couldn't believe it. She looked at him intently several times but he couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye.

She knew he was lying to her.

She must have beaten Haley up.

With a guilty look on her face, Nina said, "I'll go to visit him."

Then she came to Haley's ward. As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw a man and a woman standing in front of the bed, comforting Haley.

The girl's curly hair was gorgeous and the floral skirt looked familiar.

"Emma?"