**Kingsford Medical Center**


    In the shadowy stairwell, M found herself encircled by a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His lips pressed against hers, creating a quiet, almost inaudible sound.


    After struggling for a while, she managed to push him away forcefully. "Lysander, what madness are you up to now?"


    Her face was filled with indignation as she vigorously wiped her overly kissed lips, ring at the man before her, whose eyes were filled with unsatisfied desire.


    Lysander reached out to pull the soft and alluring woman back into his embrace, only to have his hand pped away.


    "Don''t touch me! I find you repulsive!"


    Lysander shook his hand where she''d struck him, raising an eyebrow slightly. He suddenly mmed his palm against the wall beside M''s head, leaning down to gaze at her intently. A sly smile yed on his lips.


    "Repulsive?"


    "And aren''t you?" Despite being pinned against the wall, M refused to back down, sneering, "Chairman Montgomery, do I need to remind you?"


    The sharp, fiery M intrigued him.


    He hadn''t seen this side of her since before their marriage. In the seven years since, she had always been gentle, understanding, and obedient-pleasant, butcking in passion.


    Now, as she dared mention divorce, she seemed to regain some of the lively boldness she had before their marriage, making her all the more dazzling.


    It stirred something hot within him.


    As he pondered this, he lost himself in the vivid emotions on M''s face, leaning in to kiss her again.


    But a hand suddenly came up to stop him.


    The next moment, M''s delicate wrist was caught in his firm grasp, pressed against the wall, his hot breath teasing her ear.


    "My dear, don''t tempt me. This is a hospital."


    The shameless bastard!


    Tempt you? As if!


    Even though she was fuming inside, M dared not struggle further. She could feel the unmistakable tension in Lysander''s leg pressed against hers, cursing him as a pervert in her mind.


    How had she ever fallen for this man?


    Lysander hovered near her ear, breathing softly before asking in a husky voice, "Are you upset about today''s trending topic or the dress incident?"


    You seem to know perfectly well, don''t you?


    M let out a sarcastic chuckle, unwilling to engage in any more pointless banter with this scoundrel.


    Lysander didn''t mind herck of response and continued, "Ipensated for the dress incident by returning it and didn''t even ask for the refund on the money..."


    He paused, his voice suddenly tinged with an odd bit of grievance, "Yet your great-aunt insisted on returning the money, even adding an extra $250, deliberately embarrassing me. She''s family, so I let her have her way."


    M almostughed at the absurdity.


    She hadn''t known about Jade returning the dress money, but she understood her great-aunt''s sentiment to sever any ties, especially financial, with the Montgomery family. The extra $250 was just Jade being childish, her whimsical spirit untouched by age.


    But Lysander... he had received the money back; what was heining about? ying the victim?


    Feigning innocence.


    M''s expression turned cold. "That''s between you and my great-aunt, unrted to our issues. You got your money back, so what''s yourint?"


    Lysander fell silent.


    Seeing her remain unmoved, he paused for half a minute before speaking again, his tone nowced with a cold edge-


    "Let''s not talk about that."


    "As for Giselle, we''ve been friends since childhood, with over a decade of history. Our families are old acquaintances, and naturally, I look after her."