Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 580

The person who had spoken was the manor's gardener.

"The medical building? That place's quite a distance away from here. What would Lizzie be doing over there?" Cyrus wondered.

After exchanging strained smiles with the guests, he excused himself and hurried toward the medical building.

The night had already fallen, and though the path was lit with bright lamps, it was eerily empty as all the guests were gathered inside the main hall.

As Cyrus drew closer to the medical building, his heart pounded fiercely in his chest. An inexplicable sense of foreboding enveloped him.

Approaching the building, he spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance.

"Mr. Cyrus," Carl greeted. His towering figure was clad in a black suit, and his expression was unreadable behind dark sunglasses. Even when standing still, his powerful frame radiated an air of preparedness.

Though there were many within the Azure Clan, Cyrus recognized Carl immediately. As the former head of the Finch family, he knew well who Carl was—a man known for his efficiency, combat skills, discretion, and loyalty. Carl possessed many qualities Cyrus valued in a person.

However…

"Why aren't you overseeing the guest security in the main house? What are you doing here?" Cyrus asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

Unperturbed, Carl responded, "Mrs. Finch was injured, so I brought her here—"

But before Carl could finish, Cyrus had already rushed past him, disappearing into the medical building. His footsteps quickened as he frantically searched for Lizzie before he spotted a nurse carrying a medical kit.

"Where's my wife? Is she okay? How badly is she hurt?" he questioned.

The nurse swiftly led him to Lizzie's location while Carl stood back, watching with an expression of cold detachment.

Lizzie had once confided in him that her husband was accustomed to putting on a facade. Indeed, Cyrus appeared deeply concerned for his wife when in public, yet yearned for another behind closed doors.

Lizzie had married Cyrus out of gratitude, but Carl was well aware of the suffering she had endured over the years. His heart ached for her, and it only steeled his resolve.

That night, he was determined to carry out his plan to give Lizzie the birthday gift she truly deserved.

"Since Cyrus has arrived, I'm guessing Ezra should be here as well." he mused.

Just as Carl was about to slip away discreetly, Cyrus' voice echoed from inside, laden with false tenderness.

"How could you be so careless? Does it hurt? Your neck is scratched... It seems this dress isn't suitable anymore."

Carl's heart skipped a beat, for he knew why Lizzie's neck bore scratch marks.

"It's nothing, really. It's just a small scratch. It doesn't hurt anymore. As for the dress..." Lizzie swiftly pulled off a decorative silk scarf from her wrist and tied it around her neck with practiced ease. "There, problem solved!"

The scarf perfectly covered the mark on her neck. As for the origin of that mark…

Lizzie's eyes flicked toward the doorway, where Carl stood. "Thank you for bringing me here. I'm fine now."

Carl's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing back to their passionate encounter in the warehouse. A flicker of smugness crossed his eyes, barely concealed behind the sunglasses he wore. Thankfully, the shades hid his expression from Cyrus.

With a slight bow to both Cyrus and Lizzie, Carl turned and made his way out. As he walked away, a satisfied smirk crept onto his lips.

The unspoken understanding between Carl and Lizzie had existed for years. No matter how intense their encounters were, Carl had always been careful not to leave obvious traces.

That day in the warehouse, he had maintained that same restraint, except for when he kissed her. In the heat of their passion, he had momentarily lost control, leaving a faint mark on her neck.

Though the mark was not deep, it stood out against her porcelain skin, particularly with the low neckline of her dress, making it impossible to conceal.