"At worst, let''s see who''s better at cuckolding the other!"she thought.


    So, she looked straight at Wilbur and asked, "Do you dare kiss me?"


    Wilbur raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile. "What kind of breakdown are you having?"


    "Are you too scared?" She leaned in, her cheeks flushed with alcohol.


    Wilbur pushed her away and said slowly, "I don''t mess with married women."


    "Well, you''re quite principled, aren''t you." ire''s little burst of couragepletely deted. She awkwardly nced around the bar. "Fine, I''ll go find someone else."


    The man next to her paused his drinking.


    If she was determined to kiss someone, why shouldn''t it be him?


    That was the first time Wilbur abandoned his principles. It was also the first time he lowered his status to be her prey.


    He set down his ss, loosened his tie with one hand, and before ire could get up to find her next target, he grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply.


    The sound of a growling stomach broke the silence in the hospital room.


    ire felt deeply embarrassed.


    Wilbur raised an eyebrow. "Hungry?"


    "...A little."


    She hadn''t eaten anything all day. She had survived entirely on IV fluids.


    "What do you want to eat?"


    ire thought about it and said, "Cake."


    She wanted something sweet. She just wanted something sweet.


    Wilbur called his assistant and told him to go to a very famous bakery in Northcrest


    to buy a cake. He even knew exactly what their signature item was.


    Tucked under her nkets, ire thought to herself that one of his ex-girlfriends


    must have loved that cake for him to know the details so well.


    The cake arrived quickly, and it was indeed delicious. Sweet but not overwhelming it practically melted in vermouth. Eating something sweet really did have a way of lifting a person''s mood.


    The grievances and unhappiness of the day finally faded a bit.


    ire checked the time. It was already midnight.


    She wondered when Wilbur was going to leave.


    Just as she was thinking about it, Wilbur spoke up. "Noreen gave me strict orders to


    stay and take care of you. I''ll just make do on this couch for the night."


    ire''s heart skipped a beat.


    He was staying? For the whole night?


    A man and a woman alone in a room-how inappropriate was that?


    But Wilbur had already made himselffortable on the couch, looking down at his phone.


    Ultimately, he was just trying to help, and it felt rude to refuse. Besides, things had been awkward between them ever since that kiss. If she kept making weird, they probably wouldn''t even be able to stay friends.


    Suppressing her emotions, irey back down.


    Wilbur kept looking at his phone, asionally typing out replies. In their chat, Noreen had found out no one was at the hospital to look after ire so she asked Wilbur to hire a reliable caregiver ''


    Wilbur typed back, "It''s toote to find someone good. I''ll just force myself to look after her."


    The next morning, Wilbur''s assistant brought breakfast.


    Wilbur watched ire finish eating before standing up, saying he had a meeting at thepany. He left his assistant behind to keep herpany.


    Bored while hooked up to her IV, ire chatted with the assistant.


    "That cake you broughtst night was really good. Do you have the bakery''s contact info? I''d love to order from them next time I''m craving it."


    The assistant immediately shared the contact info with ire, adding, "This is Mr. Prescott''s favorite bakery. He liked it so much, he actually bought a stake in it." "Mr. Prescott likes sweets?" ire was a bit surprised.


    "Yeah," the assistant confirmed, adding, "By the way, this ce is only open during the day. You can''t get an order in at night. Unless, of course, you''re Mr. Prescott." So, the one who liked sweets was him, not some ex-girlfriend?