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19.29% Genius Doctor: Whirlwind Marriage With Mr Novikov. / Chapter 11: Marry Me Ilya Novikov(1)

Kapitel 11: Marry Me Ilya Novikov(1)

"So let me get this straight, she's the doctor that last attended to your mum and you placed her in jail after?.."

Ilya nodded that was exactly what happened, it's been one month since his mother's death, one month since he placed Xu Chenyao in prison.

"How can you be so cruel, who knows what that poor woman has gone through. Ilya I never thought you'd be this heartless, you placed an innocent woman in jail for one month.."

He Mochen shook his head as he stared at Ilya angrily.

He had spent a month wasting himself and keeping an innocent woman in prison!.

"Ilya please release her from prison, she did nothing wrong. I've seen the test results. There was nothing wrong with the herbal food.."

Wu Chuichen reasoned as he picked up the the empty win bottles, placing them in the trash.

"Give her a proper apology when she's released as well.."

"I'm not doing that.."

Ilya muttered there was no way he was going to apologize to that sharp mouthed Xu Chenyao.

"Now I see why people hate you so much. Even though I'm your friend, I want to punch the daylights out of you right now.."

He Mochen raised his fist, if Ilya said one more wrong word, he wouldn't hesitate.

"Not you mention, you've scarred her records. Who's going to hire a doctor that has been charged with murder? And yet you say you won't apologize!"

"I can easily make that disappear.."

"Then can you make what she went through in that prison disappear? Ilya sometimes try thinking from other people's perceptive."

Wu Chuichen stood up, He Mochen doing the same, it seems their friend had no empathy there was no need to keep biting around the bush.

"You can stay here and continue crying, we'll go release that poor woman from prison.."

They both gave Ilya a look before leaving the room, Ilya was the type of person who when hurt, would like to hurt others as well.

"Wait.."

Ilya stopped them when they got to the stairs.

"I'll go with you, I'm the one who placed her in jail so I should be the one to release her."

"..."

"...."

"Look who's finally ready to take responsibility.."

"She's going to kill me.."

Ilya face palmed, Xu Chenyao wasn't like other women, she had abilities and was not one to back down.

"Nah she should be grateful.."

He Mochen answered only to get hit in the head by Wu Chuichen.

"For what he did, we can't blame her for wanting to kill Ilya and why the heck should she be grateful? He's the one who placed her in jail for no reason.."

He Mochen nodded whatever Ilya mood was at the time it wasn't enough to put her in jail.

"I was sad and angry at the time, but that's not enough reason to place her in jail. She was really an interesting woman when we met.."

He Mochen narrowed and he decided to hard salt to Ilya's injury.

"You two could have had a thing sadly now she hates you.."

Ilya smiled coldly, for someone who saw him as a potential husband. He doubt she would let go of him so soon.

"Don't follow me, I'll face her alone.."

Wu Chuichen nodded, it was probably better that way. It would be inappropriate for them to go their anyways.

"We have to get to work anyways, meet us at the floating palace, you can tell us how it went later..."

Ilya's eyes narrowed, he really disliked going to that place, too many strippers, he disliked being touched.

But Wu Chuichen and He Mochen seemed to like that place for some odd reason.

"Choose another location.."

"..."

"..."

"What's wrong with the floating palace?"

He Mochen chuckled making Ilya face him a hard stare.

"Alright, meet us at Blue Rose then we'll book a private room.."

Ilya nodded and they all got into their cars.

"Hey Ilya remember to be nice to that woman!"

He Mochen waved as he drove out leaving Wu Chuichen and Ilya behind.

"And forget that arrogant nature of yours when you're with her, remember you're the one in the wrong..."

Wu Chuichen muttered before driving off, leaving Ilya alone with his thoughts.

If she knew she only gave his mother water and herbal food that day, why didn't she protest more when he sent her to jail.

She was too calm which made him suspect her more.

"What kind of game are you playing here Xu Chenyao?..."

As the heavy iron door creaked open, a warm ray of sunlight spilled into the dimly lit cell, illuminating the worn face of Xu Chenyao. The warden, a stern-looking woman with a hardened expression, stood in the doorway, her voice firm and unyielding. "Xu Chenyao, you're free to go," she said, her tone devoid of emotion.

Xu Chenyao's eyes, sunken from weeks of confinement, fluttered open, as if unsure of what she was hearing. She pushed herself up from the thin mattress, her movements slow and labored.

She looked at the other women as if confirming if they heard what the warden said.

"You're free to go Chenyao, how lucky are you.."

Xu Chenyao eyes lowered she didn't know anything wrong being sent to prison was part of her plan.

"I'm not going to miss this hellhole.."

Xu Chenyao stared at her hands, they were no longer smooth but rough and hard. After all the brute work she had done for the whole month. She finally understood what these women were going through.

"Hurry up! We haven't got all day.."

Xu Chenyao waved at the women in the cell, she would try her best to get them out of prison once she got out.

She stretched out her hands as the cuffs were placed.

A place we're both the guilty and innocent were locked up in.

Life was really unfair.

"Here, this is your clothes and your jewelry.."

Xu Chenyao accepted her clothes and dropped the prison wear, since she wouldn't be allowed to leave with it.

"Alright you're good to go and Xu Chenyao...I don't want to see you back here again.."

Xu Chenyao eyes narrowed, she hoped so too as well.

As she walked out of the building, her lips tugged down when she saw Ilya waiting for her outside the building.

"Hi.." he said as he got close to her, Xu Chenyao stomped up to Ilya, raising her hand as she released her pent up anger on his face!

Piak!

Ilya face turned to side, his cheek becoming bright red in an instant.

"I probably deserved that.."

Ilya smiled and walked closer to Xu Chenyao while Xu Chenyao took a step back.

"You can hit me as many times as you wish because I've made you suffer.." Ilya held her hands, he remembered her hands used to be soft and smooth. Now they had become rough from hard labor.

"I've made your pretty hands this way, caused you to get dark circles and you even lost weight.."

"Well I cant eat like a princess in prison.."

Xu Chenyao shook her hands off Ilya's and her lips parted into a cold smile.

"Are you feeling guilty Ilya? Do you want to make it up to me?"

Xu Chenyao stroked his face, she hated him very much for putting her in jail, though it was part of her plan, she still needed his help but she couldn't help disliking him.

"If it's within my abilities, I will do anything.."

"Then be my husband, marry me Ilya Novikov."

Ilya's eyes widened, was she in her right mind? Which woman would ever want to marry a man that placed her in jail.

"I'm not worthy of being your husband, why would you want to spend your life with a jerk like me??"

"Because you're the number 1 man in country C, you have exactly what I need.."


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