A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage novel Chapter 273

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 time in 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 I was driving, I happened upon quite the dramatic car accident scene. You were being cradled by some guy, and I swear I almost had a heart attack. Both he and I 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 handsome hunk 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 I 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 name is 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? Consider me your friend from now on."

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 scenario had 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, leaving me with 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, I intend to take them home after work."

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