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Garrison has many lovers, yet he chose to marry me.
The reason is simple: I'm the most tolerant.
I can endure him bringing other women home, and even prepare dinner for three with my own hands.
Everyone says Garrison is a badass for finding such a love-struck doormat.
But no one knows that I married Garrison because he has a face identical to Dane's.
In the seventh year of using Garrison to ease my longing for Dane, the cloning project finally succeeds, and it's time for me to leave.
However, I never expected Garrison to follow me abroad, kneeling at my feet and begging me to come back.

His Most Obedient Lover

When I woke up again, I found myself in the hospital.


I struggled to sit up, feeling the bandages wrapped around my head.


A nurse adjusting the IV drip nearby rushed over to help, saying,


"Be careful, your injury is quite serious. If it had been a little lower, you might have gone blind."


Recalling the last blurry memories before I passed out, I asked,


Hearing this, the nurse pursed her lips disapprovingly and said,


"A passerby brought you in. When they found you, the blood had already dried. Who knows how long you'd been lying there."


"And your husband, really! When we called him using your phone, he accused us of putting on an act!"


The nurse said a lot more, still chattering as she left, reminding me not to get out of bed to avoid any further injuries.


But no sooner had she left than Garrison kicked the door open and barged in.


The moment he saw the bandage on my forehead, he started cursing,


Chapter 4