My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 60

Chapter 60 Ivan Was Arrested

Ivan thought that what he did was foolproof and he was secretly in smug satisfaction right now.

After staying at home for so many days, he finally couldn't hold back and invited a group of people to go to

the club for entertainment at night.

In the past, he always went out with Dave. Since the last banquet, Dave had never been with him again. Dave

seemed like a different person since then and even started to work for his family's company.

Ivan was very disdainful of him. He thought Dave was doing a show and he didn't believe Dave could persist for long.

After dressing up carefully, he took the car keys and walked out leisurely.

As he arrived at the garage, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He immediately became alert. But

before he reacted, someone covered his head with a broken sack, and the sour smell made him sick.

"Who! Which b*stard!" He shouted angrily, but no one answered.

Then they threw their punches in his face. After a while, Ivan was hit hard with white spots booming in his

vision.

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Did Alston send you here? Once I replace out who you are, I swear I will

kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone stepped on his crotch. Feeling the pain down to the bone, he had

a blackout suddenly.

After a long time, Ivan opened his eyes slowly and met his father's concerned eyes.

"Ivan, you're awake!"

Ivan propped himself up painfully and called out, "Dad..."

When he spoke, he felt a burning pain at the corner of his mouth. But what hurt more was his crotch. The overwhelming pain made his whole face hideous. "Dad, call the doctor. Call the doctor. It hurts!"

Ivan was Clare's only son. Seeing him in great pain, Clare felt distressed and resentful. He hurriedly comforted Ivan. "Ivan, calm down. The doctor had checked and put medicine on your face. You should feel better later."

As Clare spoke, his anxious eyes were locked on Ivan's crotch, revealing a bit of regret and heartache.

Ivan noticed Clare's glance. His heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed Clare's arm tightly. "Dad, tell me. Am...

am I done?"

"No!" Clare said immediately, but he tried not to meet Ivan's eyes.

"Dad, don't hide it from me. I want to know what's wrong with me." Ivan grabbed the sheet and looked at Clare earnestly. He felt the pain down there getting more fierce and he had a premonition about it. Clare frowned. He sighed after a long while, "You were trampled by those b*stards a few times. The doctor

said it still works. You can still have children in the future. But... it may not work as good as before."

In other words, he might have... premature ejaculation!

Ivan was stunned and couldn't accept the truth. After a long time, his face became more ferocious. "Who the hell did it? Who!"

His gloomy face became more fierce. He looked up at Clare and said, "I was attacked in the garage. Check

the surveillance!"

"I already checked it..." Clare also looked awful. He said, "The surveillance in the garage has been destroyed!"

Ivan was taken aback for a moment. This was his usual trick and now it came back to make him suffer.

"Dad, it must be Alston. I provoked him in the morning and was attacked in the evening. He must do it. Dad, avenge me. I want to make his life a living hell!"

He looked crazy and roared angrily. Clare tried to appease him, but to no avail.

When the ward was in chaos, the door was pushed open. Several people in police uniforms walked in.

"Hello, is this Mr. Smith? You are involved in a crime of intentional injury. The evidence is solid. Now..."

Before they finished speaking, Clare hurriedly interrupted them. "Sir, what are you talking about? My son never hurt anyone. Instead, he was beaten today. He is the victim!"

The leading policeman frowned. "We don't know what happened today, but Ivan incited Caleb to hurt Cynthia. We have irrefutable evidence. Sorry, we may need to take him away." "My son is injured. He can't leave the hospital!" Clare yelled to stop him. The leading police beckoned his

companion to push the wheelchair over and wanted to take Ivan away forcefully.

Ivan looked at Clare in horror. He resisted desperately, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Dad, help me. I don't want to go to jail!"

But his resistance was useless. He was taken away neatly by those people.

Clare held the door of the ward. Watching his son being taken away, his eyes were full of anger.

When Ivan was taken away by the police, Cynthia was taken downstairs by Helen to the garden to bask in the

sun.

It was warm and sunny today. Cynthia and Helen were sitting side by side. They enjoyed the warm sunlight and felt very comfortable.

Looking at Cynthia leaning on the bench with her eyes closed serenely, Helen's hanging heart finally smoothed down.

They were chatting leisurely when suddenly there was a figure in front of them. Helen looked up and saw it

was Dylan.

They looked at each other but Dylan's expression looked a little weird.

In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight. On his fair face, two big dark circles were too obvious.

Helen looked at his dark circles in surprise and asked, "Dylan, you didn't sleep well recently?"

Hearing this, there was a slight blush on his face. Every day when he closed his eyes these few days, he would dream of her crying and couldn't sleep every night.

He liked Cynthia. But why he dreamed of Helen every night?!

This tortured him and made him a little panicked as if he betrayed Cynthia.

"Well. I want to talk to Cynthia. Could you..." He frowned and didn't continue.

Helen smiled knowingly. She raised her eyebrows and said with a teasing smile on her face, "Okay, call me

when you're done!"

After speaking, she got up and walked to the distance.

Seeing her walking away, Dylan pursed his lips and sat next to Cynthia.

Cynthia opened her eyes which were gleaming like a diamond. Her fresh and innocent eyes could always attract him.

Dylan braced himself and turned to look at her. "Cynthia. Actually, since college, I've been having a crash

on..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Cynthia, "Dylan!"

Cynthia looked at him. Her eyes looked serious and earnest. "I only regard you as my friend."

Dylan's eyes darkened when hearing her words.

Cynthia felt that it might be a bit cruel, but she had to make it clear. "And I have someone in my heart. I like Alston. Always. No matter how he hurts me or uses me, I still like him deeply. Do... do you understand?"

Her voice lowered on the last word, with a hint of nervousness.

Dylan smiled and rubbed her head, "I got it."

He knew very well that this secret love was fruitless. But he wanted to speak out so he could give a complete

ending to this love.

Cynthia's words made him disappointed but also relieved somehow.

He turned his head subconsciously and gave a glance at Helen's tall figure in a white coat. When she looked over, his eyes quickly moved away.

Seeing Dylan's response, Cynthia knew that he was relieved. She also showed a relaxed and sweet smile. "You're an excellent man. I believe you will replace a perfect girlfriend!"

Looking at her petite and delicate smile, Dylan's heart softened. It wasn't bad to be her friend although not

her boyfriend.

Just as he was about to pat her head, his wrist was suddenly clamped by a big hand.

Dylan turned his head and met Alston's deep eyes. He was stunned for a moment.

Alston said in a magnetic voice with a hint of threat, "You can't touch a girl's head like that!"

Dylan smiled coolly. He pulled out his wrist and said, "Alston, come on. Don't be jealous!"

Alston looked at him coldly. They looked at each other as if their eyes would collide with countless sparks.

"Why are you here?" Cynthia asked with confusion.

Looking at her frowning brows, Alston felt a little upset.

"She didn't want me to come? She just smiled sweetly at Dylan."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His coolness seemed to be overflowing, which made Cynthia feel cold even though she was sitting under the sun.

Dylan didn't stay for long. After saying goodbye to Cynthia, he walked towards Helen.

Alston seized the chance and sat next to Cynthia.

Seeing Dylan's expression, Helen thought of something. She asked cautiously, "You... told her?"

Dylan nodded. "She rejected me!"

Helen was not surprised. She sighed and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be sad. Let's go to the bar later. Alcohol is a good thing to drown your sorrows."

Dylan glanced sideways at hand on his shoulder and said, "Alright!"