"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.