Chapter 748

For Lawrence, simply knowing Winnie still thought of him, even if it was with loathing, was enough.

Right then, Lawrence smirked and said, "Winnie, listen up. I'm done giving up on myself. When I was on the edge of life and death, thinking of you kept me going. From now on, I'm bringing the Rodriguez Group back to the top, taking down the Peterson Family, and getting you back from Rock. I love you. I messed up before, but I won't make the same mistakes again."

Lawrence spoke each word with care, then turned to leave, his stunning silhouette glowing in the moonlight, radiating an unexplainable strength and calm. It was like he had instantly regained his inner power.

Even though he was still hurt, he walked with such grace and confidence.

Winnie stared at his retreating figure, feeling completely lost.

'Did he just say he wants to take me back from Rock? Is he nuts?' These thoughts raced through Winnie's mind.

A Lamborghini pulled up in front of her, and Bentley impatiently honked. "He's gone, and you're still standing there drooling?"

Winnie spun around and shot him a fierce look. "Do you even know how to talk?"

Bentley was taken aback by her reaction.

He tapped the steering wheel and teased, "Alright, let's change the subject. What did he come to tell you? Did he have some near-death epiphany and realize you're the one, or something?"

Winnie was speechless. If he hadn't gone to get the car, she would've thought he was eavesdropping.

Seeing her at a loss for words, Bentley grinned playfully.

"So, what's the plan? Are you gonna get back with him?" Bentley teased.

"Don't start. I'm already married, remember?" Winnie huffed as she got into the car, trying to shut him up. "Let's go, hurry up."

"Alright, but check this out." Bentley raised an eyebrow and pointed ahead. There was Lawrence, walking along the road, his shirt flapping in the wind under the bright moonlight, his long legs giving off a lonely vibe.

Camellia Mount was a fancy villa area; no taxis around here.

Winnie glanced over and felt a mix of emotions.

Lawrence, once a god in her eyes, had fallen so low he didn't even have a driver to take him to the banquet.

"Should we give him a ride?" Bentley asked, amused.

Winnie lowered her lashes. "Ignore him. I don't buy that he can't afford a driver. It's probably one of his tricks."

Bentley chuckled and hit the gas.

Winnie couldn't help but look back through the rearview mirror. She saw Lawrence, who didn't even glance at her car, looking pitiful.

He walked with pride and coldness, his steps steady.

Suddenly, Lawrence collapsed.

Winnie blinked, thinking she imagined it. She quickly tapped Bentley. "Look in the rearview mirror. Did Lawrence just faint?"

Bentley glanced back. "He really did."

Bentley didn't brake but slowed down. He looked at Winnie's face and teased, "Should we go back?"

Winnie hesitated, wondering if this was just another of Lawrence's manipulations.

"Alright, I'll speed up. This could be another one of Lawrence's schemes," Bentley said, pressing the gas.

"Wait!" Winnie shouted.

Bentley sighed. "What now?"

"Let's go back and check. If he really fainted and we're the only ones who saw and didn't stop, the cops might investigate and blame us," Winnie said, blushing as she made up an excuse.

Bentley rolled his eyes. "Seriously? Police investigation? Blame us? Did my car hit him? Admit it, you're just worried about Lawrence, afraid he'll die on the roadside."

Winnie couldn't argue, so she turned her face away. "Are you going back or not? I'll drive."

Bentley sighed and reversed the car.

Soon, they were back where Lawrence had collapsed.

Winnie jumped out of the car and ran to him. Under the moonlight, Lawrence lay there in his white shirt and black pants, his long legs stretched out, his eyes closed, and his lips pale.

"Lawrence," Winnie said, realizing this wasn't a joke. She squatted down to check his breathing.

She couldn't feel any breath.

"He's really in trouble!" Winnie quickly looked up, rolling up her sleeves, and said to Bentley, "He might be in shock. Lift his head, and I'll check what's wrong."

Bentley was stunned but then remembered Winnie was a doctor.

Following her instructions, he quickly complied.

Winnie opened Lawrence's shirt and saw the bruising on his chest had turned black.

He had said he was hit by a beam, so he might have inhaled debris at the explosion site, possibly blocking his airway.

"His Adam's apple isn't moving; it might be an obstruction," Winnie said, frowning. "We have two options: cut open his airway or perform CPR to remove the blockage."

Bentley looked around. "We don't have tools to cut his airway here. Why are you hesitating? Perform CPR."

Winnie looked at him, conflicted.

Bentley was stunned. "Why are you looking at me? You don't expect me to give him CPR, do you?"

Winnie blushed. "Why not?"

Bentley was speechless. "Why don't you do it? You're his ex-wife, after all. Haven't you kissed him enough times? Don't look at me. No matter how handsome Lawrence is, I can't do it. I like Melanie! Lawrence said you two kissed before. Right in front of me. I don't mind."

Winnie felt exposed and embarrassed, especially with Bentley there.

Bentley turned away automatically.

Winnie looked at Lawrence's handsome face, his delicate lips that could make any woman want to perform CPR.

She gazed at his impeccably handsome face, mesmerized by those exquisitely sculpted lips. One could easily imagine any woman vying for the chance to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation upon seeing them.

After a few rounds, Lawrence suddenly coughed.

Winnie immediately sucked out the foreign object from his mouth.

"Winnie," Lawrence said, opening his eyes in confusion and looking at her.

Winnie quickly turned aside and spat out the object, her face flushed, and tried to stand up.

His eyes moved slightly, as if realizing something. He grabbed the back of her head, and with a strong pull, Winnie's lips were pressed against his again. Lawrence's breath carried a smoky scent. "How did I end up on the ground? Were you giving me CPR just now?"