Mr George, Don't Be So Arrogant novel Chapter 101

They worked all day and didn't get all the patients arranged until after 7 pm. All the nurses and doctors were exhausted, and Riley and William were no exception.

Riley sat in her chair. Her face was covered in sweat and her clothes stained with the blood of the patients. She weakly took off her blood-covered gloves and threw them in the bin.

William brought over two glasses of water, "How's that? Are you okay?"

Riley wiped the sweat from her face, "Thanks ... I'm fine."

Drinking the water, Riley took a big breath, "Fortunately, you handled the cardiac arrest just in time."

"You were excellent too. Dr. Watson, you amaze me with your fast thinking."

"You don't have to be so polite."

William smiled, "Indeed, there is no need. Then I will toast you with water instead of wine for the patient who was just there."

"You too."

The two clinked the paper cups in their hands. There was nothing more pleasant than saving the life of a dying patient.

After a break, William looked at the blood on Riley's body, "Did you have a change of clothes in the hospital? I'm afraid no one will dare take you home if you go out in a taxi like that."

Riley then noticed that she was covered in blood. She frowned, "There should be. I'll go and change. Mr. Hardesty, you should get home early from work too."

"Okay."

Riley got up holding onto the back of her chair. Her arms were sore and numb from all the effort she'd put into resuscitating the patient, so William gave her a hand, "Let a male doctor do CPR in the future. You're not strong enough, and you need to save your strength for more important things."

"Thanks, I'll take care of that."

She went to change and William went to the lift, "Dr. Watson, why don't we have dinner together tonight? You ate half of your breakfast and barely ate anything for lunch. Your body won't stand it if you go home like that."

It was almost eight o'clock. She and Euan had been apart for nearly twelve hours.

"No, I want to go home and take a shower and go to bed early. Tomorrow is Monday and I still have to work."

Changing out of the clothes she had left at the hospital, Riley dragged her tired body back to the villa in a taxi.

Entering the door, Riley kicked off her shoes as her arms went limp. A loud woman's laugh came down from the first floor.

She squeezed a sour smile from her somewhat haggard face.

It had only taken half an hour's drive back to their tender home from the bloody emergency room, but the gap was so wide.

"Mrs. George, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so pale?"

Riley waved her hand, "Pour me a glass of water."

"Yes, Mrs. George, please have a seat."

Sophia brought the water over, "Have you eaten? The chef has made chicken soup. I'll serve you a bowl."

She was indeed very hungry and tired and did not refuse.

The soup was made for pregnant women, and Lydia instructed the chef not to put this in, not to put that in, and how the heat should be.

The maids were baffled that Euan had allowed her to command all the people in the house without any reaction.

Was the tide really going to turn?

The chicken soup was served and Riley blew on the heat and took a sip. It tasted delicious and the chicken was cooked to perfection and melted in the mouth.

She was eating it when a tall, black man came down from the first floor.

She didn't need to look to know who it was.

"This is for pregnant women. Only when you become pregnant can you drink!"

Before she had time to look up at him, Euan snatched the small porcelain bowl from her hand with a sudden snap of his large hand.

With a spoon left in her hand, Riley turned languidly to meet his eyes, "You reminded me of that."

She dropped the spoon into the bowl and stood up, holding onto the couch.

Pregnant women and non-pregnant women, he made a clear distinction between them. He wouldn't even let her have a bowl of chicken soup, so why did he make everything so realistic last night?

"Where are you going!"

"I'm going to my room to sleep."

She had been busy for twelve hours and was so exhausted that she couldn't really spare any energy to fight with him. She just wanted to drift off to sleep.

"Explain right now what's going on with you guys!"

"Euan, what's wrong?"

With the soft, sweet voice, Lydia walked gracefully down the stairs in a white princess nightgown.

She took Euan's arm, "Euan, who has upset you again? Why let people who don't have anything to do with you affect your mood? Come on, let's go upstairs and continue choosing clothes for the baby. I saw a baby suit just now and I think you'll like it."

Euan didn't break away or cooperate with her, "Riley, I'll let you explain now."

The atmosphere in the room was icy and desperately needed an explanation to ease the situation. Euan's lungs were bursting with anger.

The maid took the bowl from his hand and retreated. No one dared to linger in the hall.

The lavish chandeliers shone brightly, but in the light, Riley looked like a dead branch in the wind that could fall at any moment.

"There's nothing to explain. We're healing people."

Explain what? She had a clear conscience.

As if to add fuel to the fire, Lydia said, "Which man have you been hooking up with again? Riley, it's okay that you don't care about being the George family's young madam, but at least remember that you're a woman. Don't you even want to save your own face?"

She really said it in a nice way, and in one sentence, she was thrown into the seat of being a temptress, a woman that would cheat on her husband, and a whore.