When I Got My Senses Back

Chapter IX: A Snake, A Stoned Heart & I, A Multi-Billionaire (2)

Reginald narrowed his sharp eyes. A faint trace of sarcasm flashed within his mink down eyes. Why did the air suddenly smell a bit… sour?

He let out a low chuckle, careless and teasing. “A man and a woman, legally married, spending the night together in the same room. Little brother, what do you think happened?”

Even as Garrett’s face turned dark with fury, Reginald showed no concern. In fact, he seemed to delight in stoking the fire.

“You—!” Garrett, enraged, raised his hand to strike. But before the blow could land, a voice cried out by the door.

“The Ice Queen… she’s actually asleep!”

The one speaking was Clyde Banks, Christine’s personal assistant. Peeking in through the crack of the door, he was utterly stunned. His cold, insomniac lady boss was fast asleep in bed, sleeping soundly as peaceful as a child.

It was Monday morning. It was already past nine, and Christine still hadn’t shown up to the office or called anyone to say she wouldn't be coming to the office. Clyde had panicked and rushed over himself, only to witness this unbelievable sight.

This was nothing short of a miracle. Maybe, just maybe, her insomnia was finally curable.

He was curious to see who could have achieved such an effect. But when he turned his head and saw the man walking out of the room, his entire body froze. It was that so-called ‘useless fool husband’ ?!

Could it be… this man was better than doctors? That he alone could cure the Ice Queen’s insomnia?

Reginald walked out calmly, as if none of this concerned him. Before leaving, he casually reminded them, “No need to wake her for breakfast or lunch. Let her sleep and wake up on her own naturally.”

Garrett glared daggers at his retreating figure, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “Reginald… You knew all along you were the key to curing Christine’s insomnia, yet you said nothing. Hah! I knew I underestimated you. Acting all innocent on the surface while scheming deep down and waiting for the right time to stricl! Typical you!”

Once Reginald left, his scent gradually faded from the room. Christine’s eyes suddenly opened too, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. She sat up and held her head, her expression dazed.

“The Ice Queen is awake.” Clyde quickly walked in, relieved and respectful.

Her complexion was visibly better and no longer pale, and the dark circles beneath her eyes had lightened. Clyde was sincerely happy for her. Everyone was, in fact.

But Christine frowned. The lingering scent in the air… that butter and milk, it was gone and that snapped her back to clarity.

Scanning the room, her voice turned cold. “Where is the idiot?”

Clyde answered softly, “Lady boss, your husband just left.”

Christine’s brows drew tighter, emotion flickering behind her icy blue eyes. She actually… missed his scent? Worse, she might have only fallen asleep because of him!

“No. Impossible. It must have been something in the tea he made,” she muttered, trying to convince herself. “Clyde, light the aromatherapy candle. Pour me a cup of that tea he made last night. I need to test it.”

She lay back down again, determined to recreate last night’s environment and prove she didn’t need that man to fall asleep.

“As you wish, Lady boss.” Though full of questions, Clyde followed orders.

First cup… nothing.

Second cup…. no signs of slepo.

Third cup… still the same, wide open eyes and no drowsiness.

“Any results?” Clyde asked cautiously.

Christine stared at the empty cup in her hand. Her expression grew colder by the second. She couldn’t fall asleep!

“Maybe it was because the tea was warm last night?” Garrett quickly chimed in, heating the tea like it was milk and handing it to her with exaggerated care.

But his overpowering cologne hit her nose like a brick wall. Christine immediately frowned.

“Don’t come near me.”

Garrett’s scent was nothing like Reginald’s. It lacked that… natural, calming essence.

Though she hated to admit it, she knew the truth deep down that Reginald’s scent had helped her sleep.

“Leave. I’m going to take a shower,” she said icily.

After she showered and dressed for work, she completely ignored the sulking Garrett waiting by the door.

In the car, she sat with elegance, her eyes cold, but a trace of irony curled at the corners of her lips. “Clyde,” she murmured, “Fate really is a big joker.”

“You mean… your husband?” Clyde asked while driving.

He was supposed to call Reginald “Mr. Belmont,” but Christine had ordered otherwise. No one was to acknowledge that man as her husband without her permission. But now… that man was no longer a fool. The doctors said his recovery was remarkable. No one dared laugh at him anymore.

Christine sneered, “The man who killed my brother… the one who because of his car my sister has been in a coma ever since… He ends up being the only cure for me. Isn’t that the funniest thing you’ve ever heard?”

Clyde fell silent. He knew the deep hatred the Alexander family had for the Belmonts, especially Reginald.

Even though the Belmonts offered a marriage, a million in cash, and endless cooperation to atone, the grudge never faded. There had even been whispers that Christine once harbored a crush on her “senior” back in school which was Reginald himself.

But fate…..

*

Meanwhile, in a private room of a downtown café, Reginald had barely waited half an hour when a woman in a fiery red dress walked in, arm in arm with a man in a white suit.

The woman was Eloise Payton, his actual before fiancée.

Before Reginald could stand, Eloise had already taken the seat across from him, and the man next to her casually wrapped his arm around her waist.

The man removed his sunglasses and stared at Reginald with mocking disdain. “Are you the clingy ex-boyfriend—?”