His Beloved Mate

Chapter 5 Don't Cry If You Want Me To Save Your Father

Why did she cry again?

Seeing her crying, Dylan stood up from the sofa.

He pressed Cassie on sofa and sat down. He stared at her and said, "Don't cry if you want me to save This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

your father."

Cassie tried her best to hold back her tears. She held Dylan's hand and said in a trembling voice, "I I I

won't cry. Please save my father... "

Hearing the voice of Dylan, Rita finally noticed that there was a man in the room. She asked in

confusion, "Cassie? Who is this? "

Dylan reached out his hand and said politely, "Nice to meet you. My name is Dylan. I'm..."

He looked back at Cassie and remembered her name. "I'm her fiancé."

Looking at the tall and strong man in front of her, Rita was a little confused. Wasn't Cassie's boyfriend

Adam? Why did it suddenly become this man?

Although she was confused, Rita still reached out her hand and looked at Dylan in a daze. "Hello..."

It took only half an hour for Simon to know everything.

"I've brought the man here. Should I bring him here now?"

Dylan sat on the sofa and nodded.

A man in a green coat and a man in a black down jacket were brought in.

The man in the green coat saw Cassie was lying on the sofa with a tired face.

He glanced at Dylan from head to toe. The two men made eye contact. When Dylan looked at his eyes,

a strong sense of oppression filled the room.

"Where is he?" Dylan asked straightforwardly.

The man in the green coat sneered, "Who? Bills need to be paid. I have a set of rules for my work.

Who are you? It's none of your business." !"

Simon kicked the man's knee and said, "Do you know who you are talking to? !"

The man knelt down, with a trace of anger in his eyes, and he was ready to stand up.

The bodyguard in black quickly pressed him to the ground. The man in green coat looked at Dylan

unwillingly and said, "I don't care who you are?! If you owe me money, you have to pay me back! This

is the truth everywhere!"

Cassie's thin and cold fingertips pulled the sleeves of Dylan. Her voice sounded a little tired. "My

father..."

Dylan turned around to look at her, with a complicated tenderness in his eyes.

He gave her a look to reassure her.

Simon brought up a luggage bag. "Five million is here. I'll give you the money, but you have to release

her father."

The man in the black down jacket looked at the red bills in the bag and whispered to the man in green

jacket, "My brother, It seems to be true. "

The two men chuckled and quickly changed their faces. "Okay, okay. We'll let him go right now!"

After they told the address, Simon called to confirm and said, "Please."

A hint of slyness flashed through eyes of the man in green coat. He said to Dylan, "Sir, I have

something to tell you."

Simon looked at Dylan worriedly. Dylan straightened his suit and said indifferently, "Go ahead."

The man in green coat leaned close to Dylan, but Cassie raised her head by accident. Suddenly, a cold

light flashed in front of her eyes. Almost in a second, when the dagger was about to stab Dylan, a

thought flashed through Cassie's mind that he could not die! If he died, no one would save her father!

She rushed forward and pushed Dylan away. "Watch out!"

Simon was shocked. The bodyguard was about to grab the dagger from the man's hand. But it was too

late.

In an instant, blood gushed out from Cassie's thin and white arm, and she fell on the white tile floor like

a blooming rose.

In a rage, Dylan kicked away the man in green coat and shouted, "You get a death wish!"

The sudden emotional impact in the past two days exhausted Cassie both physically and mentally. The

scene in front of her began to become blurred and slowly darkened.

In a panic, Dylan picked up Cassie and walked into the room. He took some tissue, pressed it on the

wound and went downstairs.

The man, who was subdued by the bodyguards, stopped him at the stairs.

Dylan said to Simon in a cold voice, "I don't want to see these two people in H city anymore! And give

me the detailed information about Cassie."

Simon immediately understood what he meant. He nodded and said, "Yes, I know."

In the hospital, Cassie was lying in the VIP ward.

The doctor had bound up the wound. He said respectfully, "Mr. Dylan, this lady is fine. She just suffered

some bruises. If there is nothing else, I will go out first."

Dylan nodded. "Got it."

Simon sent the doctor out.

Dylan looked at Cassie quietly lying on the bed with a complicated look in his eyes.

Her face was pale and she fell asleep.

Was this woman stupid? Although the knife was aimed at himself, she pounced on it regardless of

anything.

Simon walked in after he sent the doctor away. He said in a low voice, "Mr. Dylan, I've asked someone

to check Miss Cassie's information and send it to your e-mail."

He rubbed his temples and said, "I know. And find out what happened last night. "

Simon nodded, "Okay, Mr. Dylan."

The sunshine in the afternoon shone into the ward quietly. Dylan looked at Cassie's frowning eyebrows.

He opened the e-mail and checked the information that Simon had found.

Cassie was not her parents' biological daughter. Because Maggie was infertile, her parents decided to

adopt her in the orphanage.

Maggie was the mother of Cassie. She was addicted to gambling all year round and had owed a lot of

gambling debts outside. Those who were in debt came to ask for money every two or three days.

With the help of her novel "100 Days of Sweet Love", Cassie made a fortune and all paid off the

gambling debt for Maggie. But it was just a drop in the bucket.

Sean suffered from ALS and needed a lot of money for treatment. The gambling debts and high

medical fees were all on her shoulders.

When Cassie woke up, it was already night. She opened her eyes in a daze, and the quilt on her body

slid down with her movements.

The rustling sound came through Dylan's ears. He looked up at Cassie, closed the computer and put it

aside.

Dylan cleared his throat and asked, "Are you awake?"

Cassie nodded. A pain came from her wrist and she noticed her injured arm.

She whispered, "Thank you."

The hoarse voice came into her ears, making her a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"Not at all."

Dylan went on, "They let your father go. He is in the hospital now."

Hearing that her father was in hospital, Cassie was about to get out of bed. "How is my father? !"

Holding her hand, Dylan said coldly, "Don't worry. I've found a nursing worker to take care of your

father. Now, we can talk about conditions. "

Hearing what Dylan said, Cassie breathed a sigh of relief.

She clasped Dylan's hand nervously and asked him, "Conditions?"

Dylan took out a contract at hand and handed it to Cassie. The striking words "Marriage Agreement"

came into view.

Cassie looked at Dylan in astonishment. "You You want me to marry you? !"

With his legs crossed, Dylan leaned gracefully against the back of the sofa, buttoned his clothes and

explained, "Yes, we will have a contractual marriage. The term is three years. I'll give you fifty million

three years later. If I ask for a divorce first in this term, you can get fifty million and leave in advance. In

the next three years, I can help you deal with the people you don't like, fully develop the IP of your

novels, and find the best doctor for your father. I will find your biological parents for you.

Cassie was stunned. She looked at him in disbelief.

Pay off her debts, cure her father, and fully develop the copyright of her novel. Find her biological

parents. These were what she had been trying to do all the time. Three years later, he will her fifty

million.

It seemed to be a very worthwhile deal.

She kept silent for a while and raised her head to ask Dylan, "What do I need to do?"

When he raised his head, Dylan met her calm eyes. He looked at her and said lightly, "Help me deal

with the media and grandma."

Well, it's not a difficult thing. Anyway, she was just acting.

Cassie nodded and said, "I can promise you, but..."

She suddenly changed the subject, "I need to modify some of the terms."

Dylan looked at her with great interest, "Let's talk about it."

"Don't interfere with my private life."

"Sure."

"Don't have any physical relationship with me beyond the scope."

"Sure."

"You can't force me to do something I don't want to do."

"Sure."

Staring at the mist, he asked, "anything else?"

All of a sudden, Cassie's mind went blank. That was all she could remember. She suddenly said, "Oh,

there's another one! If I find that you have an improper relationship with other women, which makes me

think it's time to wash my hair, I can take the initiative to ask for a divorce. I only think of these for the

time being, and I'll add others later. "

It's time to wash her hair? What's the meaning of it?

Narrowing his beautiful eyes, Dylan asked, "What's the meaning of this sentence - it's time to wash

your hair."

"…… Do you seldom surf the Internet?"