The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce’s voice was hoarse and his face was frighteningly white, and his gaze had a hint of confusion.

Lindsey let go of his hand, heartily rubbed his pinched out marks in the human center, hurriedly brought the warm water on the bedside table and carefully fed him to drink.

“What’s wrong with me?” Bruce drank half a glass of warm water, his throat was much more comfortable: “Why did you sleep in the hospital.”

Speaking of which, Lindsey blamed herself and got angry: “You had a fever last night and slept the whole day, and you didn’t wake up even when I shouted my throat.”

“I’m awake now, aren’t I.” Bruce smiled weakly and gently helped her smooth out her bangs, “I made you worry.”

“Good to know!” Lindsey held his hand, tears fell without warning: “I was so scared …”

“Silly girl.” Bruce hugged her tightly and smoothly imprinted a kiss on her bare forehead: “You’re still a doctor, scared like this, I won’t die so soon.”

Lindsey blushed instantly, pushed him away unhappily, got up and went outside the ward to inform the housekeeper to prepare rice porridge.

Turning back to the ward, she uneasily gave him a checkup, confirmed that the fever had completely subsided, and immediately called Charlotte and General Mu to inform them. They had been on guard for most of the day, and had only been gone for a few minutes.

Bruce’s head was still a little foggy and he couldn’t remember why he had a fever and why he had passed out.

Lindsey finished the phone call and thoughtfully helped him rock the hospital bed up, and went to bring hot water to wash his face and hands. When she was done, she sat down next to him and took a deep breath: “When I get out of the hospital, I’ll move into your room or let Dr. Hunter stay with you, either way.”

“I want you to stay with me.” Bruce’s mind was greatly refreshed and his body had a few more pounds of strength, a smile sinking into his eyes. “What’s wrong with me?”

“The cold …” Lindsey teased, and helped him massage his arm: “Burton has woken up, and Grandpa was angry when he went to see him this morning. Heard from Miss Charlotte that he might be transferred back to B City for an idle position, or into the head office.”

“What is big sister’s opinion.” Bruce frowned slightly, thinking that Burton had planted quite a heel this time.

Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and said she didn’t know either.

Not long after, the housekeeper brought over the rice porridge, Lindsey opened the lunch box, brought a spoon and blew a mouthful of cold to feed him. Halfway through the meal, Charlotte and Old Mr. Grant came into the room at the same time and were completely relieved to see that he was all right.

“Sit down, Grandpa.” Lindsey tossed the lunch box to Bruce and went to bring a chair to the bed for Old Mr. Grant to sit down: “It’s just a fever caused by the common flu, the doctor said it will be fine once the fever is gone.”

“I’m relieved to have you with Bruce.” Old Mr. Grant is not in good spirits, and his speech is not as imposing as before, but instead reveals a bit of desolation: “I’m old, I don’t know how long I can stay with him.”

Bruce opened his mouth and called out with difficulty: “Grandpa …”

Charlotte lowered her head and clenched her hands into fists. In the morning in Burton’s hospital room, my aunt’s words were still ringing in my ears: all of us are from The Grant family, shouldn’t we be evenly divided?

Lindsey felt bad when she saw Old Mr. Grant upset. After all, as we get older, all of our organs are aging, and no one can guarantee that we will live to be 100 years old.

After a few moments of silence, Old Mr. Grant let out a long sigh and stood up tiredly: “Bruce, you get some rest, call Jack if you need anything.”

“Grandpa don’t worry, I’m fine.” Bruce sullenly bowed his head, the bottom of his eyes covered with gloom.

After sending Old Mr. Grant away, Charlotte closed the door to her room and briefly explained the progress of Burton’s case, her pretty face was incomparably gloomy: “Third aunt’s meaning is obvious, she thinks grandpa is too biased towards you and outsiders.”

Bruce Ruemo’s sword eyebrows wrinkled deeply, did not say anything.

Where it comes to personal interests, they always see their own toes, forgetting why others will go further.

If it were not so, Burton would not have repeatedly snapped at himself.

“There’s one more thing.” Charlotte don’t face, faraway gaze at the sunset outside the window: “Grandpa is ready to retire, even if your injuries recover over, you can not go back to the military school, much less the army.”

“Grandfather did so is also forced to do, I do not blame him, only to blame themselves useless easily let people exploit the situation.” Bruce’s voice is light, no other emotion can be seen: “I can still do business if I don’t go back to the army.”

“Just in time, your brother-in-law and I are ready to register, and after the wedding, all the company’s affairs are entrusted to you.” Charlotte sighed with relief, she was really worried that he would fall flat on his face.

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Charlotte sighed, pulled Lindsey to whisper a few words, turned around and left the ward.

After another night in the hospital, Bruce was discharged to the Grant Residence to continue his rehab, and Lindsey received a call from Professor Lee’s assistant and had her driver prepare a car to go to the American Academy.

After the video of catching the thief at the World Trade Center skywalk on Christmas Eve exploded into popularity, Lindsey’s appearance was recognized by many people, not the least of which was Edward’s push.

The group’s film distribution company is currently preparing to cast an action film. Unfortunately, none of the actresses recommended by the director caught his eye, until he saw that video.

Lindsey may not have acting experience, but she has a strange quality about her. Even if you do not do anything, quietly stand there, will become the focus of attention.

No one could be more suitable for this role than her! Edward once again praised, leaning down to look at the parking area not far away.

The sky was gray and dull, the wind was blowing the leaves on the ground, and it was spinning. lindsey was wearing a big red cashmere jacket, elegantly got down from the car, white as porcelain skin, under the red, more delicate.

Edward watched the scene with rapt attention, his mind quickly sketched a sketch of the movie footage, excited.

Lindsey was oblivious to this, only subconsciously tightening her jacket and silently complaining about the dry and cold weather in B City.

When she got upstairs, she met Edward, and her eyebrows rose in displeasure. Although he is also a teacher of the beauty school, but there is no need to meet him once, it is difficult not to be angry.

“What a coincidence, we met again.” Edward had a smile on his lips.

“Well.” Lindsey didn’t even bother to look at him, crossed over, knocked on the door and entered Professor Lee’s office.

“Lindsey’s here.” Professor Lee put down the painting and calligraphy in his hand and smilingly gestured for her to sit down: “I have a piece of calligraphy here, Old Mr. Brown asked me to taste it, you should also take a look.”

“Professor Lee, you flatter me too much.” Lindsey got nervous, she remembered she didn’t say she could appraise calligraphy.