Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Getting Sick

"You wait over here for a moment, Mr. Watts is still in a meeting, I guess ......"

As the secretary was speaking, the sound of a door opening suddenly interrupted him, and the two

looked back to see Vincent in a striped suit striding in.

"Mr. Watts," the secretary whispered in greeting as she walked over to Vincent and took what was in

his hand.

Daisy saw him coming and stood up in response. She looked at his pale face and felt something was

wrong.

"What's wrong with you, you look a bit bad." Daisy was about to say something, but after seeing his

pale face, she suppressed it all. Daisy took a closer look at his depressed look and felt as if he was

sick.

"Nothing." Vincent shook his head in denial, passed a look to the secretary at his side, gesturing for

him to get out, and forced himself to fight a little before turning his head to meet Daisy's gaze.

"Don't be a hero, you're not like this when you're in good spirits." Daisy frowned, stood on tiptoe and

probed his body temperature with her hand, suddenly finding it frighteningly high, almost like a glass of

boiling water.

She hurriedly pulled Vincent to lie down on the sofa with a rather serious look, not even having time to

say a word of reproach, and hastily poured him a glass of warm water first.

"You have a fever, can't you feel it yourself?"

Daisy lifted Vincent up and let his head rest on her shoulder, passing water to his mouth with her other

hand, the nervous feeling in her heart making her a little anxious.

"I have a fever of my own, so of course I can feel it."

Vincent took a few sips of water and laid down on Daisy's lap, even though he was very sick, it didn't

change the way he sometimes owed.

Daisy is quite speechless, is about to reproach him a few words, but saw Vincent's forehead has

emerged from the thin cold sweat, look more and more depressed up.

Seeing this, she gave a heartbeat and tightened her brow.

In his idle state, it is best to immediately go to the injection, I'm afraid that the medicine is a little too

good to be true.

"You are not at all in this state, I will take you to the hospital."

Daisy looked at Vincent's uncomfortable look and her heart felt as if a hand was gripping the same

pain.

She made an immediate decision and struggled to pull Vincent up by his shoulders, but he was too

heavy and fell back into Daisy's lap the next second.

Unable to stand the repeated tossing and turning, Vincent raised his eyebrows in displeasure, opened

one eye with difficulty to look at Daisy, and suddenly reached out to pull her neck down.

By the external force pulled violently, Daisy body can not help but lean forward, her heart a shock, he

opened his eyes wide, broken hair falling, she and he four eyes, the next second seems to be kissed to

her lips.

Daisy was a little confused, the bright light fell on his lips, she looked closely and found Vincent's lost

eyes were full of fatigue.

"No, I have a meeting later, just let me sleep for a while."

He had a sickly face and a hoarse voice like a thirsty desert traveler.

You are so sick, why do you still think about the meeting.

Daisy did not say the words in her heart, her heart tightened, her palm pressed against his forehead,

the burning temperature made her unable to compromise.

She said forcefully, "Since it's okay if you don't go, I'll go down and get the medicine with you, and you

must get a good afternoon's rest."

Daisy's tone was not to be denied, and Vincent lay back on the sofa, his eyebrows twitching, his eyes

closed already too lazy to speak.

She was a rare strong concern for herself, however, his next meeting is very important, simply can not

be delayed, even if he did not want to go, but also had to go.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Daisy just took it as her default. She was ready to put Vincent's

head down and go get the medicine herself, but found that he was pressing down hard on her leg and

had no intention of moving.

"Why don't you let me go?" Daisy's tone was poor, looking at her handsome face with anger, but

nowhere to vent it.

Obviously, they all look like they are almost deflated, but they can still exert so much strength to stop

her.

Is his meeting more important than his life?

Vincent heard the discontent in her tone and he opened one eye and looked at her.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

His white cheeks were scarlet, his forehead was sticky with sweat stains and hair, and his extremely

uncomfortable state left him with no spare mind to look after Daisy's emotions.

He dried his throat and said weakly, "It's easy to sleep when you drink cold medicine, and I have a

meeting later, so I can't drink it."

Daisy has not bothered to listen to his rhetoric, he thought that by holding himself down, she would

have no way to go out and buy medicine, right?

Vincent must not have thought that he had saved his secretary's phone number when he came up, and

it wasn't a simple matter to bring two boxes of medicine as long as he sent her a text message over.

Thinking about this, Daisy simply did not bother to circle with him again, took out her cell phone and

sent a text message to her secretary, asking him to bring a box of cold medicine and a box of fever-

reducing pills over.

Either way, she would never allow Vincent to be capricious in front of herself today.

Vincent closed his eyes and opened them slightly to take a look at Daisy, wondering how she suddenly

stopped struggling, did she just give up?

Although the mind is puzzled, but this is good, Vincent meekly shut up and rest, did not ask Daisy's

idea.

There was a moment of silence in the office, and ten minutes later, the brown door was opened, and

Daisy stretched her neck to see that it was the secretary who had arrived with the medicine.

"Miss Poole, here's the medicine you asked for."

The secretary closed the door, approached the sofa and handed the medicine to Daisy. He took a

glance at Vincent lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, and was a little surprised to see the president

looking so weak for the first time.

After checking the boxes inside the medicine bag, Daisy asked for quite a few items and even some

extra medicines, she thanked the secretary and asked him to reconnect a cup of hot water.

Vincent's fever was getting worse and worse, he was lying on Daisy's lap, his ears heard what seemed

to be a sound, but he didn't know where it was coming from. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids

felt like they were a thousand pounds, pressing heavily on his eye sockets.

"Who ...... is coming?"

But it is said three words, but the throat is tight pain, Vincent hard frown, obviously feel unable to hold

on, but still trying to hold on.

Daisy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, sighed and hurriedly divided the medicine in the box

according to the dose and put it in his hand.

"Take your medicine quickly, if you hold on any longer your life will be lost."

Passing the medicine in his hand to Vincent's lips, he subconsciously turned his head away as soon as

he smelled it.

"No."

Vincent refused with a single word, not even wanting to give Daisy a chance to shove the medicine into

her mouth.

Daisy was a little annoyed by his frequent rejection, and she gritted her teeth, feeling that her sincere

concern was all eaten up by Vincent.