Ryan nced at Jane, hinting, "Don''t you think it''s a bit too bright here?"
Jane was carefully applying ointment to me. "I don''t think so. The brightness is just right."
"Ryan." I looked at him. "You should leave."
"I should leave?"
Ryan cast a nce outside, his eyes darkening. "Are you nning to go be a portable blood bag for someone else?"
I understood what he meant. Although the Smith family had rity, Mrs. Shaw and Bethany were crazed beyond reason. They saw me as a thorn and would seize any opportunity to tear me apart. Ryan remained calm and collected, pulling up a chair by the bed and crossing his long legs. "Do you want
some water?"
"You''re sitting with your legs crossed now. Who would dare ask for water?" Jane, who was already
displeased with him, seized the opportunity to make sarcasticments.
Ryan smiled. "Aren''t you here too?"
"You deserve to be divorced." Jane smiled and poured a ss of water for me.
After the IV was done, it wasn''t toote yet. I wasn''t itching as much anymore.
When I walked out of the hospital, I intended to part ways with Ryan and take a taxi back to the hotel.
But he grabbed me firmly, his tone was domineering. "I''ll take you back."
"No need..."
Before I could finish, he took off his coat and draped it over me, then bent down and lifted me onto is shoulder, head down.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.
"You have a slight fever. If you''re exposed to the night breeze, it''ll make it worse."
Jane stared in shock and whispered ton, "What kind of drama is your boss acting out?"
He stuffed me into the car.
Jane took the front seat, andn drove.
I was somewhat irritated. People''s true nature never changed. Especially after tearing away the facade of superficial harmony, his inherent arrogance, autocracy, and dominance surfaced bit by bit. Maybe even today, I hadn''t seen his true colors.
The next day, Jane was on the phone with various people, taking notes as she inquired.
The calls she made to the wealthy women fromst night were all for customized orders. We needed to schedule appointments, discuss preferences, and styles.
Although they were making orders due to rmendation by Madam Shaw and Madam Smith, we still needed to build our own reputation.
I poured a ss of water to take my medicine when the doorbell rang.
It was Megan.
"Charlotte, I heard you had a serious allergic reactionst night. How are you now?"
"I''m fine."
As I opened the door to let her in, I was slightly surprised when I saw Jack with her. "Jack, why are you
here too?"
"Why do you ask?" Jack pretended to be displeased. "You had such a severe allergic reaction and didn''t tell me. Are you really okay now?"
"Much better." I smiled and let them in.
The room was an executive suite with a living room outside the bedroom.
"What kind of allergy is it?" Megan asked with concern.
I knew what I was allergic to, so I hadn''t mentioned it to the doctor yesterday and just said it was a reaction to some food I had identally eaten.
I touched the rashes that hadn''tpletely subsided. "It''s a food allergy. I probably ate something with yam in it by mistake."
"Yam? You''re allergic to yam?" Megan''s eyes widened in surprise, as if she had discovered something
serious.
I nodded. "Yes, why?"
Megan shook her head. "Nothing, nothing."
"Still haven''t taken your medicine?"
Jack saw the medicine on the table that I hadn''t taken yet and urged me helplessly. "Take the medicine
first."
"Okay."
Just as I swallowed the medicine and was about to drink some water, Jack suddenly asked, "Who are you texting?"
"My brother. I''m updating him on Charlotte''s condition.
Megan didn''t think much of it and continued typing on her phone. "He and my dad argued all night. Now he''s at home, and my grandpa is giving him a hard time."
"You told your brother that Charlotte is allergic to yam?"
"Yes," Megan seemed puzzled. "Isn''t it okay to tell him that?"