Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
Thinking of Andrew, Rosalyn quickly raised her wrist and checked the time on her watch. Four hours had already passed, two more hours than the time Andrew had set.
She quickly put down her fork and unlocked her phone, but there were no calls, only one message. Seeing the message sent two hours ago, Rosalyn felt uneasy and tightly gripped her phone. Seemingly sensing her thoughts, Ryan’s eyes slightly changed, but he calmly spoke, “Rosalyn, Eva, I have to go to the company to handle some matters in the afternoon. I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you for much longer!” He was afraid Rosalyn wouldn’t feel comfortable asking to leave, so he found a suitable excuse for himself.
“Okay, if you have something to do, go ahead. We’ll come see you tomorrow,” Rosalyn replied obediently.
Ryan nodded and handed her a dessert, encouraging her to eat more.
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Eva didn’t say anything, but her meaningful glance at Ryan. said it all.
The three of them sometimes sat in silence and sometimes chatted and laughed. After finishing lunch, they each got up. Eva didn’t want to ride in Andrew’ car and had something to discuss with Ryan, so she let Rosalyn go on her own.
When Rosalyn came out of the villa, she didn’t see Andrew, only a driver standing by the car door.
She asked the driver where Andrew had gone, but he shook his head, saying he wasn’t sure of his whereabouts.
Rosalyn’s heart sank as she bent down to get into the car and dialed Andrew’ number. Andrew didn’t answer her call. Rosalyn held onto her phone tightly and asked the driver to drive faster.
In the Imperial Villa, Andrew lay on the sofa while a private doctor examined his head. “Doctor, Is everything okay?”
Andrey, standing next to him, saw Mr. Evans come back with a terrible headache and quickly panicked, calling for a doctor.
After the doctor finished examining him and took off his sterile gloves, he said to Andrey, “Judging by Mr. Evans’ condition, it should be a headache caused by stimulation or excessive brain use.”
Andrey glanced at Andrew, who had a furrowed brow, and wondered how could he avoid being stimulated when he sent his wife to meet her ex.
“Has the brain tumor inside him recurred?”
“We haven’t found any symptoms like that for now, but the equipment I brought is limited. I suggest going to the hospital for another check-up.”
After the doctor finished speaking, he took out two bottles of medicine from his medical kit and handed them to Andrey.
“These are pain suppressants. Take two tablets when the pain. occurs.”
After accepting the medicine, Andrey raised his concerns again. “Is there anything else we need to pay attention to?”
“He has had brain surgery, so besides having a light diet, he should avoid any stimulation in his emotions, not even a little bit, and also avoid excessive brain use.” Coincidentally, Andrew saw Rosalyn wiping Ryan’s forehead, which caused him some stimulation, and he also had excessive thinking, which covered both things.
“It’s best for Mr. Evans to maintain stable emotions.
Otherwise, now it’s not just a headache now, later it can also cause high blood pressure, which can easily lead to a second brain hemorrhage.”
After Andrey took note of everything, he saw the doctor off and then returned to pour water and hand the medicine to Andrew. He finally spoke up and advised him, “Mr. Evans, Ryan is sick, and you are also sick. You agreed to let your wife save Ryan, but who will save you? Maybe you shouldn’t let Ameia go anymore.”
The man, who had his eyes closed all along, slightly opened them, and his cold, snowy gaze fell on Andrey.
“It’s just a minor issue, not really a sickness.”
Andrey wanted to say something, but Andrew caught a glimpse of a car driving into the mansion through the floor-to-ceiling window.
“You go out. Keep your mouth shut.”
Following his line of sight, Andrey saw Rosalyn getting out of the car and finally understood what he meant.
He stared at Andrew for a few seconds, but in the end, he didn’t say anything. He just sighed helplessly and walked away.
Rosalyn got out of the car and headed straight for the master bedroom on the second floor. When she saw the figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she let out a deep sigh of relief.
“Honey, I’m sorry. I forgot to check the time and kept you waiting.”
She walked over and wrapped her arms around Andrew’ waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his broad and strong back.
His dress shirt was always ironed with perfume, always emitting a faint fragrance.
As Rosalyn smelled this familiar scent, she gradually calmed down and couldn’t find Andrew’ worried emotions anymore.
“Honey, did you eat? Are you hungry?”
The tall man lowered his thick eyelashes and looked at the slender white hand wrapped around his waist. His sparkling eyes, like stars, stared for a moment before he slowly pulled away Rosalyn’s fingers. “I’m not hungry,” he said coldly, expressing his current dissatisfaction.
Rosalyn thought he was angry because she came out two hours late and quickly reached out to hug him.
“Honey, don’t be mad. It’s my fault for not coming out on time.”
She hugged him from the front and looked up at him, only to notice that Andrew’s face was a bit pale and showed signs of suppressed pain.
“Honey, what’s wrong with you?” Rosalyn reached out to touch his face, but Andrew held her wrist.
Her right hand had wiped Ryan’s forehead and face, which he minded.
He knew he was being unreasonable, but he just couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable.
This uncomfortable feeling, like being devoured by a trapped beast, tore him apart.
He remembered not to lose his temper and not to be cold towards her, so he gritted his teeth and suppressed this strange and restless emotion.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
“But your face…”
Even his thin lips were pale, as if he had just experienced intense pain, looking extremely exhausted.
“Tell me, is there something wrong with you?” Rosalyn felt sorry for him and wanted to touch his face again.
But he calmly took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
He turned on the faucet of the sink and placed her right hand under the water.
“Your palms are sweaty, wash them clean before touching me.”
Rosalyn raised her eyes and looked at the strange Andrew.
He didn’t mind her sweaty hand before, why now…
She couldn’t help but feel that Andrew seemed a bit unfamiliar at this moment.
Andrew calmly and repeatedly washed her hand.
