"I'm coming over now," Ivy said as she hung up on Shawn and put her phone away. Her gaze fell upon the lawyer in front of her, who was letting out pig-like screams of pain. "Oh, it hurts so much!" Jasson wailed, while secretly sizing up Ivy with a corner of his eye. Top-notch looks, posture, and figure, but a facial expression that was incredibly unpleasant. "Does Doctor Jones usually never smile?" he whispered to Ivy's intern, Jessie. Jessie had been focused on cleaning Jasson's wound, but when this incredibly handsome and effeminate lawyer approached, her face turned as red as blood, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably. A noble international lawyer, even his perfume exuded the charm of a mature man. Jessie took a deep breath, unable to resist being captivated by Jasson's charm. "Hey, I'm asking you a question," Jasson prodded when Jessie remained silent. Jessie finally collected herself and whispered, "Lawyer Brown, Dr. Jones is a very serious and dedicated doctor, and she..." "So being serious means you can't smile?" Jasson retorted, casting a helpless glance at Ivy, who was reviewing a diagnosis report. He looked around the shabby clinic where she was working. It had poor reviews, and the salary was probably low, placing it in the category of lower-income places. In normal logic, someone of his status wouldn't be interested in someone as ordinary as Ivy. Thinking about this, Jasson developed a mischievous idea to tease Ivy. His eyes flickered, and he immediately clutched his leg, exclaiming, "Ouch, oh!" He tilted his head back and desperately pulled at his neck. Jessie, who was cleaning his wound, was taken aback, and she panicked. "Dr. Jones, what's wrong with Lawyer Brown?" Ivy quickly walked to the bedside and gently pressed on Jasson's leg. "Does it hurt here?" Jasson kept his eyes closed and didn't respond. Ivy touched a few more places and asked him, but all the prominent lawyer did was continue to cry out in pain, not responding to her at all. Ivy paused for a moment and instructed Jessie, "Go get a nurse to bring a wheelchair and take him for a CT scan. If it's serious, we may need to operate immediately.""Yes!" While Jasson continued to melodramatically cry out in pain, he suddenly widened his eyes upon hearing that Ivy was considering surgery for him. Ivy, with an expressionless face, looked back at him and sternly reminded, "Lawyer Brown, you should answer the doctor's questions, and please don't exaggerate your condition. It will delay your treatment and waste the doctor's time." Jasson choked back his anger, feeling unable to vent his frustration since he knew he was in the wrong. Just as he was contemplating how to retaliate, Ivy continued to ask, "Where does it hurt?" Jasson, with a hint of coyness, turned his head and replied, "It doesn't hurt." "That's good," Ivy said, and then she returned to her seat. Frustrated, Jasson vented his anger at Shawn, who had concealed his marriage. "Shawn, you’re bastard!" As Shawn was being pushed into the emergency room by his assistant, he heard Jasson cursing him while he was inside. Ivy, on the other hand, turned to look at him with a complex expression. Ivy really didn't know how to deal with this bizarre situation. But Jasson's tantrums and provocation just now reminded her of the scenes on television where mistresses harassed the original wives. "Shawn, that scumbag! He got married and didn't even tell me. I gave up my job in the M country to come back for him, and he got married without informing me!" "Scumbag!" Ivy looked at Shawn with a complex gaze, as if she was asking him, "Did I unintentionally become the third party in your relationship?" Shawn furrowed his brows, and his cold, cutting gaze shifted to Jasson. "Shut up!" Jasson abruptly stopped his cries, enduring the pain with a reddened face. He couldn't be too extravagant in his discomfort. Ivy frowned, watching the "love-hate" scene between them, feeling nervous. Lilith had previously told her that men from the upper echelons of society would marry a woman for appearances, have children, and then have relationships with their true love outside of the marriage.Could it be that she had been unknowingly part of Shawn's plan, a marriage of convenience? No wonder Shawn had agreed so easily to a hasty marriage with her. All those flirtations in the past, were they just toying with her? Ivy sighed. She didn't mind a marriage of convenience, as she had long given up on the idea of marriage and having children. But she was deeply bothered by the fact that Shawn had concealed his sexual orientation and the fact that he had a boyfriend. The information in front of her was too explosive, so she decided to maintain her composure. After disinfecting the superficial wound on Jasson, she instructed the nurse, "Take him for an X-ray to confirm if there's any bone damage." Once the nurse left with Jasson, Ivy returned to her seat. She observed Shawn, who remained silent, his expression changing from a furrowed brow to wide-eyed astonishment. He seemed extremely uncomfortable. After some time had passed, she took a big gulp of water and asked him, "Are you... into that?" Shawn's eyebrows furrowed, and he asked, "Into what?" Ivy took another sip of water to compose herself, but her throat remained dry and hoarse. "Cough, into... men..." "..." Ivy clearly saw Shawn's pupils contract sharply, and the furrow in his brows deepened. He looked offended. He remained silent for a moment, then tossed his phone to Ivy. Oh my, the headline on the phone's news made Ivy feel utterly embarrassed. ‘Renowned Global Top 10 Young Lawyer--Jasson Brown, Spotted Entering and Leaving Garden Hotel with 5 Female Celebrities.’ "Do you still think I'm into that?" Shawn's voice carried a hint of mockery. "No, no," Ivy said as she handed the phone back to Shawn, awkwardly avoiding his intense gaze. As he leaned closer to her, he said in a relaxed tone, "Moreover, whether I'm into that or not, didn't you experience it that night?""Don't make things up!" Ivy suddenly lunged forward to cover Shawn's mouth. In her eagerness, her coat knocked over a water glass, producing a loud "clang" as the glass shattered on the floor. "We didn't do anything, and you saying that will create misunderstandings!" She didn't have time to inspect the mess on the floor. Instead, she urgently cautioned Shawn, "Keep your voice down." However, the commotion had already attracted the nurses outside, and they rushed into the emergency room, asking, "Dr. Jones, what's happening?" The nurses' admiring gazes turned starry-eyed as they focused on Shawn. They appeared utterly infatuated. "Oh my, that great lawyer was already handsome enough, but the one in front of us is like a masterpiece by God. He's incredibly handsome!" Maya sighed with infatuation. Nurse Zaya raised an eyebrow. "Why is he in a wheelchair now?” “Who cares whether he's in a wheelchair or not; he's a handsome, sickly guy, and that's what matters!" "When did Dr. Jones get this patient?" The nurses' hushed chatter, though quiet, still reached the ears of Shawn and Ivy. Shawn frowned. What were these people doing in the clinic? Doctors and nurses were swooning together! He tried to send a cold, warning glance, but unexpectedly, his actions only made the group of nurses even more jittery, causing them to squeal. Maya’s heart pounding, exclaimed excitedly, "So handsome, so handsome! I can hardly breathe!" Ivy sighed and quietly advised Shawn, who seemed unaware of his unintentional charm, "Why don't you go back for now? If you stay, they might get the wrong idea." "We're a married couple, openly and honestly. What's there to misunderstand?" Shawn raised his left hand, showing the wedding ring on his ring finger. "Wow!" Maya's excitement instantly waned. "What?! This handsome guy is Dr. Jones' husband? Dr. Jones always has a sour face, what did she do to deserve him?!" Maya stamped her foot in frustration but dared not say more. "Dr. Jones, why didn't you tell us that you got married?" Jessie felt a mix of envy and jealousy, wondering why someone like Ivy, who was not particularly pleasant, could find such a handsome husband while she remained single.But quickly, as she looked at Shawn's legs, Jessie felt a sense of satisfaction. People like Ivy, social misfits, were only worthy of marrying someone with a disability. "Why do we need to report our marriage to you?" Shawn suddenly asked them in a low voice, rubbing his temples. It was clear he was on the edge of his patience. “If you want to give us wedding gift, stay here. If you can't afford it, then get out!" "Quick, let's go!" Zaya tried to comfort the frightened young nurse by her side, and they left with reluctance. At that moment, Jasson's final test results were also available. Seeing that it was a minor flesh wound, Ivy handed over the whimpering and extremely delicate Jasson to Shawn, reminding him, "Take him home; if you have any concerns, discuss them at home later." "Okay." Shawn responded indifferently and then led Jasson out of Ivy's office. As they walked along the hospital corridor, Jasson followed nervously, hesitating as he said, "I didn't intend to give her a hard time. I was genuinely curious about what kind of woman could make you get married." After all, Shawn was usually cautious and would never allow strangers to get close to him without ensuring his safety. So how could he suddenly have a flash marriage with a woman? "I'll tell you about it when we get back to the company," Shawn replied calmly, seemingly not angry. "What did you figure out just now?" He suddenly changed the subject and asked Jasson. Jasson paused, and with a somewhat dejected tone, he self-deprecatingly said, "She's a straightforward, introverted doctor." "Her best dish is fried tomatoes with scrambled eggs and crispy pork belly stir-fried with instant noodles," his assistant added, with a hint of empathy. The three of them walked in silence towards the elevator. As they passed by the staircase, they suddenly heard some hushed whispers from inside, "A woman like Dr. Jones can only be suitable for a disabled person." That voice... sounded like Maya from earlier. ***