Chapter 2 Chapter 2: Waking Up Her Vegetative Husband

"Who are you? How did you get into my room? Get out!"

Wesley saw a gorgeous woman as soon as he opened his eyes. He immediately remembered what his stepmother, Debra Cooper, had said before.

Even though he was in a vegetative state, he could hear voices.

Debra had once said that she would find a woman to bear children for him.

But he knew very well that Debra wasn't so kind-hearted.

The woman she found was merely a pawn in the battle for the family fortune.

Sandra became angry instantly.

She agreed to this forced marriage only to leave the Hill family openly and without burdening her master.

She didn't come here to be treated like this.

After all her efforts to help him detoxify, his attitude was terrible.

She raised her hand without hesitation.

A silver needle flew out from her sleeve and directly pierced Wesley's shoulder.

Wesley felt the recently regained strength quickly dissipate, and his cold gaze became fierce. "You!"

"Shut up and listen to me!"

Sandra frowned with a mysterious look in her clear brown eyes.

Wesley clenched his teeth, not because he didn't want to speak, but because he couldn't say a single word right now.

He was furious.

Sandra spoke quickly, "I am now your bride."

As she spoke, she threw the marriage certificate onto the bed.

The Cooper family was influential enough that they didn't need them to be present in order to obtain the marriage certificate.

Wesley frowned.

"Your childhood sweetheart, Emily, is not the real daughter of the Hill family. As the real daughter, I can only marry you. Since you don't want to marry me either, how about we make a deal?"

Wesley's anger disappeared.

But there was still a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he looked at her.

Regardless of what he thought, Sandra continued.

"You were poisoned and it will take about a year for a complete recovery. Our marriage will last for a year. During this year, we will be a couple in public but business partners in private."

Pausing for a moment, she added, "After a year, we'll get a divorce. What do you say?"

She believed that within a year, she would be able to find out who harmed her master.

Wesley remained expressionless.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as a yes."

Wesley didn't say anything.

Sandra swiftly retrieved the silver needle and walked over to the fridge.

Unfortunately, there was nothing inside except for expensive medications.

She had nothing to eat in the Hill Villa and was now very hungry.

"There are fruits here."

Wesley noticed it and opened a drawer.

But then he paused, his face full of astonishment.

He could open the drawer!

In an instant, he felt strength flowing through his limbs.

Was he really cured?

His disease had confounded even Samuel Whitman, the best doctor in Helwanis. And yet, Sandra was just a young girl.

If she could really cure him, he wouldn't mind accepting that condition.

He pointed at the bedsheet. "Wife's responsibility."

Sandra took a bite of the apple and looked at him teasingly. "I won't sleep on the bed."

Even though the Cooper family was complicated, there were still some who genuinely cared about Wesley.

They would come to accompany him at night. There was a small bed in the corner, and Sandra intended to sleep on it.

Therefore, as soon as she finished speaking, she walked over to the small bed. "Good night."

She was exhausted. After filling her stomach with the apple, she felt drowsy and quickly fell asleep.

Wesley didn't even have a chance to get angry.

Was Sandra here to help him? Why did he feel like she came here to annoy him?

The next day.

Sandra stretched lazily, feeling refreshed.

However, as soon as she woke up, she felt a chill.

Was the temperature too low?

Slowly sitting up, she saw Wesley on the bed glaring at her with a gloomy face.

Sandra blinked. She almost forgot that she had already married him.

"Why aren't you getting up?"

She put on her shoes and casually tied her long hair into a ponytail, which made her look youthful and energetic.

Wesley sneered and pointed to the wheelchair near the door.

Sandra blinked and chuckled. "Are you asking me to push you out to get some fresh air?"

Wesley retorted, "Since you are my business partner, you should follow my requests."

"Or we can terminate our partnership," Sandra stood her ground.

Wesley's tone was cold. "If you were forced to save me, it means this is your best option."

Sandra was speechless.

Fine, she was a doctor, and she couldn't argue with a patient.

But just as she reached the door, she heard the sound of unlocking from outside.

"It has been quiet inside. Is Mr. Cooper really dead?"

"Dr. Whitman said Mr. Cooper wouldn't survive last night. That girl was probably scared seeing a dead body for the first time."

"Then let's open the door and inform Mrs. Debra Cooper about the bad news.

"The board meeting is in two hours, and Mrs. Debra Cooper is waiting for Mr. Felix Cooper to inherit the shares."

"Come on, it's good news."

Just then, the door was pushed open abruptly.

"Mr. Cooper, you died so tragically."

Karen Sullivan, the maid, rushed in, crying loudly without even checking the situation.

"Slap!"

Her cries stopped abruptly as she covered her face. Only then did she realize that something was wrong.

This slap had completely caught her off guard, and the maids who had just entered were equally stunned.

Sandra, who should have been cowering in the corner, actually stood in front of her with a cold expression.

"Get out!"

Sandra shouted as she recognized Karen as the person who had pushed her into the sickroom last night.

Karen snapped back to reality and looked towards Wesley, who was still lying on the bed. "What did you do to Mr. Cooper?!"

"We are husband and wife. Do I need to report everything I do to you?"

Sandra's voice became colder, and she glared at Karen fiercely.

Frightened, Karen stepped back and almost fell down.

Linda Murphy, another maid, supported her, and Karen barely kept her balance.

Linda sneered, "You must have killed Mr. Cooper, you murderer!"

"Who's making a fuss?"

A sharp male voice came from inside the room, frightening the maids.

"Mr... Mr. Cooper?"

Linda looked at Wesley in astonishment as he slowly sat up and looked at them.

"Ah, he's risen from the dead!"

Linda turned and ran away, her face pale.

The other maids scattered in panic.

Sandra stood at the door, her eyes filled with amusement.

"Mr. Cooper, it seems that your family doesn't actually want you to wake up."