His Versatile Gorgeous Wife (PDF) novel Chapter 748

Chapter 748

Bewildered upon confirming that Vinson was jealous, she claimed, “She‘s a girl!”

“What? I can‘t be jealous of her because she‘s a girl? It is not stated in the law.”

His unreasonable reasonings rendered her speechless.

Nevertheless, she was sure that Vinson was indeed a Jealous King because he got jealous easily.

Vinson then broke the moment of silence and added, “Also, I’m not your bro. I‘m your husband.”

Again, she gazed at him, perplexed and speechless.

Soon, they arrived at Rocher Private Hospital.

As Arielle got down the car, she immediately spotted Queenie, who had just finished her lunch and was heading back to work.

Concurrently, Vinson went to another car, supervising the bodyguard as the latter carried Cindy and Matthias to the hospital; thus, Arielle was alone.

Upon seeing Arielle, Queenie’s smile immediately disappeared.

She turned her head toward two other nurses, whom she had a meal with, and suggested, “You should head in first. I‘ll come later.”

Then, she promptly marched toward Arielle as she

dropped her words.

Thinking that Arielle was sick, she snickered and sneered, “Ms. Moore, aren‘t you a miracle doctor? Why do you need to visit the hospital?”

Arielle made a wry smile, raised her brows, and looked mockingly at her. “Dr. Mill, aren‘t you a doctor? When did you pick up the bad habits from Manchernius and start researching illegal drugs?”

Queenie was instantly taken aback.

Irked, she spoke with an indifferent tone. “By the way, I‘m in charge of the outpatient department today. Unfortunately, you might have to wait for a few hours today because there‘s a lot of patients. I can‘t give you an examination first.”

Queenie‘s intention was obvious. She planned to make things difficult for Arielle.

Surprisingly, Arielle was unaffected by her taunt. Instead, she slightly lifted the corner of her mouth and looked scornfully at Queenie.

Hah. Queenie must have forgotten who owns this hospital.

“Oh?” Arielle rubbed her ear and asked apathetically, “Are you done?”