Chapter 382 She Provoked Him!

Devon's hawk-like sharp eyes narrowed dangerously in an instant, a frosty chill filling them, as if intending to freeze everything within a hundred miles into ice.

He was absolutely certain that Linda was the only one in his heart. He couldn't stand Corona, the shameless woman. However, seeing her kiss Wilton made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if he had been stabbed sharply, even his ribs were somewhat aching.

Correct!

Devon gently pressed his chest, feeling uncomfortable not because he cared about this shameless woman. He just couldn't stand her behavior, shamelessly crawling into his bed and then flirting with other men in the blink of an eye!

With such an ugly face, she had the audacity to seduce men. She truly was shameless!

Devon stood at a distance, unnoticed by Corona and Wilton.

Corona was taken aback by Wilton's sudden action, so startled that she momentarily forgot to push him away.

To others, her standing still in place clearly indicated that she was smitten with Wilton and was quite happy to be kissed by him.

After a brief moment of shock, Corona quickly regained her composure. Subconsciously, she wanted to push him away. However, before she could even extend her hand, the ringtone from his pocket phone started to ring urgently.

Wilton reluctantly let go of Corona, moved aside, and answered the phone.

His old man Mark needed him urgently, he had to rush over immediately.

He was not at ease with Corona being alone in the hospital and wanted his assistant to pick her up. But as he turned around, he saw her reach out and heavily cover the scar on her face.

The scar removal ointment she applied didn't take long, but the scars on her face were still hideously terrifying.

In her eyes, there was a deep sense of sorrow and inferiority. He knew clearly, even though she seemed indifferent to the ugly scar on her face on the surface, she ultimately still cared.

A pang struck Wilton's heart. He stepped forward, pulling her into his arms once again with force.

He no longer politely called her by her full name, but instead, with a heart-fluttering tenderness, he softly said, "Corona, you are beautiful."

Beautiful...

Corona lifted her face, her hand still resting on the scar on her face.

The scar was noticeably raised, and touching it brought an unsettling discomfort. To describe her as ugly was an understatement, how could she possibly bear the compliment of being called beautiful!

Corona's half-lowered eyelids hid the loss in her eyes, all concealed by the drooping lids.

The two were silent for a long time before she finally spoke softly, "Mr. Norton, don't you think it's, exceptionally ugly?"

The more Corona spoke, the stronger her feelings of inferiority became.

When she hadn't disfigured herself yet, she had already become a despised woman in Sea City because she shamelessly climbed into Devon's bed. In his anger, he even married her off to a disabled man.

Back then, she was already insecure. Now, with her beauty completely ruined, looking as ugly as a demon, she felt even more inferior.

But then, there was a man, full of sincerity, who kissed her, and earnestly told her that she was beautiful. She couldn't quite articulate what she was feeling inside.

There was some touch, and some, indescribable joy.

She thought, it turned out, she was also superficial and vain, liking to hear pleasing words.

Wilton naturally knew that the "it" Corona referred to was the scar on her face. He didn't respond to her words, but instead proved to her through his actions that he didn't mind the scar on her face at all. In his heart, she was truly beautiful.

He lowered his face, his lips gently and pityingly landing on the grotesque scar on her face.

It seemed as if it wasn't an ugly, nauseating scar, but rather, a precious gem that should be held in the palm of one's hand.

Corona suddenly widened her eyes, her body jolted as if electrified. She quickly retreated, trying to keep some distance from him, but inexplicably, an indescribable longing arose in her heart.

Never before had a man cherished her so much.

It seemed that she, Corona, didn't necessarily have to be despised by others. She could also be treated like a cherished little princess.

Her throat choked up, and it took her a long, long time to find her voice again, "Mr. Norton, thank you."

Thank you for not making me feel that my life was cheap and only left with filth.

Thank you, for making me feel precious too.

"Silly girl."

Wilton held Corona tightly, thinking of his father's anxious and fiery roar, he let her go, "Corona, I have to go back to the company for a while, I'll have Nolan come pick you up later."

Corona originally wanted to say that there was no need to go through so much trouble, she could just take the bus back later, but Wilton left in such a hurry. Before she could even voice her refusal, he was already rushing towards the elevator on the other side.

Corona was also worried about Ethan's condition. She wanted to go to Ethan's ward to see how he was doing. Before she could take a step, she felt a sharp pain in her body and was heavily pressed against the wall.

Devon.

Corona hadn't expected to run into him at the hospital, her face involuntarily turned somewhat unsightly.

Thinking of the terrifying memories of him hurting her time and time again, her body couldn't help but tremble.

Suddenly, she felt incredibly sad. The person she had once loved with all her strength, in the end, was left with only hatred and fear.

How ridiculous!

"Mr. Burke, let go!"

Devon's body, which had been pressing against hers, stiffened at her words and he moved away, maintaining a small distance from her.

She thought he had finally decided to let her go. She didn't want to continue wasting words with a devil who couldn't distinguish right from wrong, black from white. She turned around and headed towards Ethan's hospital room.

A bout of dizziness hit.

She found that Devon had carried her directly to the stairway entrance, and then, he roughly pushed her against the wall.

In Devon's narrow eyes, flames of anger flickered. He was like an enraged beast, ready to pounce at any moment, ready to bite off someone's neck.

"Mr. Burke, please let me go!"

Being confined in such a small space was particularly unsettling. Corona took a deep breath, "Mr. Burke, I'm quite sure that I haven't provoked you recently. Please, don't go crazy for no reason!"

"Corona, you provoked me!"

Devon glared at Corona fiercely. The thought of Wilton just kissing her stirred a storm in his heart, which raged more violently.

"Mr. Burke..."

"Corona, who gave you permission to let Wilton kiss you?!" Corona's words were cut off by Devon's roar before she could finish.

"What, climbing into my bed and ruining Linda wasn't enough?! You want to seduce other men?! Corona, you better recognize your place, you're nothing more than the cheapest whore in Sea City. Wilton is my brother, don't even think about setting your sights on him!"

"Ha!"

After hearing Devon's words, Corona was amused, "Mr. Burke, yes, you are of noble status, you are high above, but in my heart, Corona, what do you count for?! You, you are nothing!"

"So, who I wanted to hook up with, whose idea I was playing with, what does it have to do with you?!"