Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 1982

"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.