Chapter 4 Sleeping with My Disabled Husband

Given the Spencer family's billionaire status, any wedding would usually be a grand affair. But with George in a vegetative state, they kept it low-key to avoid gossip.

So, the wedding was super simple, just the basics.

After the banquet, Isabella was sent straight to George's room.

The wedding joy clashed with the sight of George lying there, eyes closed, like a scene from a horror movie. Isabella hesitated at the door.

Patricia opened the door, glanced at George, and gently took Isabella's hand. "Don't be scared, he's just asleep. You'll get used to it. Go take a bath first."

Isabella thought, 'Not scared? Yeah, right. George looks like a corpse. How could I not be scared?'

"Oh, okay."

Isabella went to the bathroom, and Patricia walked to George's bed, holding his pale hand.

Six months ago, George had a car accident. He broke his leg and had a head injury that knocked him out cold.

The accident was suspicious, and they still didn't know who did it.

Patricia believed someone tried to murder George.

But today was George's wedding day, so that didn't matter.

"George, I got you a wife today. She grew up in the countryside and had a tough life. The Jones family wanted her to marry into our family for help, but she refused. She's stubborn, and I like her. Plus, she knows medicine, which might help you. So, I made a deal with her. She's smart and made the right choice. I'm happy. Now, the Spencer family won't just be the two of us."

"George, wake up soon, or Joseph Spencer will take over. He's been encroaching on our property and inheritance."

Patricia wiped her tears and stood up.

She knocked on the bathroom door and said, "Isabella, you must be tired. Get some rest."

"Got it," Isabella replied from the shower.

When Isabella came out, she was drying her hair and looking at George. Under the orange light, his face didn't seem as terrifying.

His features were deep, his hair thick, and his skin was good. If he weren't ill, he'd be very handsome. No wonder so many women liked him.

Isabella felt a sense of familiarity looking at George. 'Why does he seem familiar? Maybe all good-looking men give that impression. Am I really going to sleep here tonight? It feels like being buried alive.'

Isabella took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. 'Looks like my future is with the Spencer family, but I'm only twenty. Isn't life just beginning at twenty? But hey, I made this choice, so I've got to face it head-on."

Isabella glanced at George again. He was wearing a red nightgown.

She couldn't help but shiver.

Hugging her pillow, Isabella thought of sneaking to the guest room to sleep.

But as soon as she opened the door, she saw John standing there with a glass of milk.

"John."

"Mrs. Spencer, Mrs. Patricia Spencer asked me to bring you this milk. Drink it while it's hot." John noticed the pillow in Isabella's arms. "Where are you going?"