Sylvia was stunned by the man''s attitude, but what followed left her even more shocked.


    "If the baby''s gone, it''s gone. There''s nothing more important to me than you," he said, cupping Bridget''s face with his hands and gently wiping away the tears from her eyes before leaning in for a kiss.


    Bridget was taken aback at first, then she pushed him away. "Are you crazy? This is a hospital! What if someone sees us?"


    "Don''t you like it?" he asked with a cheeky grin, his voice dripping with a mischievous charm.


    His hand stayed firmly on her face, ignoring Bridget''s anger, as he kissed her again with a boldness that left no room for protest.


    Initially, Bridget resisted, but after a few moments, she wrapped her arms around him, and they kissed with a passion that filled the air, the sound of their kisses almost echoing in the quiet room.


    Sylvia, in disbelief, quickly pulled out her phone to capture the scene. Unfortunately, a tangle of branches obscured her view, and she had to keep adjusting the angle, carefully parting the softer branches to get a clearer shot.


    Gradually, the image on her phone became clearer, especially the figure of the man. His leather jacket had arge eagle emblem on the back, with a line of letters below — likely some motorcycle club initials, though Bridget''s embrace obscured part of it.


    His hair was short, his demeanor carefree and rebellious, a stark contrast to Bridget''s polished, high-society aura.


    Their kiss grew more intense, and the man''s hand slipped inside Bridget''s coat, exploring, while Bridget gasped softly.


    Though she looked pale, clearly unwell, there was an undeniable hint of pleasure on her face amidst the difort.


    "Can he give you this?" the man murmured against her cheek, his breath warm.


    "No, he can''t. He doesn''t even touch me. But... careful, someone mighte by, and I''m still not feeling great," Bridget protested yfully.


    "It''ste autumn here, practically deserted. No one''s around. I''ll just make you feel better," he reassured her, stealing another kiss.


    Bridget melted into his arms, her expression a mix of emotions.


    Sylvia, however, was frozen in ce.


    Rupert hadn''t touched Bridget?


    No wonder Bridget was so secretive about her pregnancy.


    But... hadn''t she and Rupert been together for over three years?


    Then how did the child named Rufuse about?


    Sylvia''s mind raced, her grip tightening on her phone.


    On the


    the man''s other hand


    Tegh Bridget''s hair,


    resting on her shoulder, on her shoulder, revealing a


    e of his wristwatch,


    belongs to swnovel


    A custom-made piece, engraved with the initials CL.


    Sylvia''s eyes widened in disbelief. This man was the one Fanny,


    Bridget''s best friend, had beenel


    interested in!  swnovel


    That meant he was...


    The man kissed Bridget deeply, his face turning just enough to reveal eyes filled with desire.


    Sylvia''s blood ran cold, a mix of fear and hatred boiling within her.


    How could she ever forget those eyes?


    He was the one who took Ste''s kidney, leaving her to die in that hospital bed.


    CL, Chris Lennon.


    Rupert''s friend, his personal doctor.


    No wonder Bridget managed to dodge the paternity tests and


    produce so many false reportool


    using Sylvia of harming her and the baby.  Swnovel


    He was the one helping Bridget from the shadows.


    No wonder he could smile while announcing the baby''s death to Sylvia, the


    mother.


    How could he not? He saved his son with her daughter''s life!


    Sylvia was trembling with rage, struggling to breathe, and in her fury, she snapped


    a branch.


    The crack was terribly loud in the stillness.


    "Who''s there?" someone called out.


    Sylvia snapped back to reality and quickly made her escape.