My Killing President novel Chapter 31

Before Mu could say anything, Annabelle rolled her eyes and collapsed.

Mu’s frown knitted even closely. However he wasted no time and removed his coat, wrapped around her thigh, and carried her in two arms out the hotel…

……

Urgh, my head is exploding…

The first thought that came to Annabelle’s mind was that this was not her bed, and then the stark smell of bleach. She scrunched her eyes at the bright light that was sipping through her closed eyelids. As the blinding light slowly subsided and she powerlessly tried to take a look at her surroundings.

The room was pristine clean and gloomy, with IV and monitors beeping. The walls were a sickly-green and the linen was pale. Strange enough, Mu was sitting quietly right in front of her.

“Why are you here?” Annabelle asked weakly, squinting her eyes at Mu to get a clearer vision.

“You don’t remember?” He asked in return, his voice was cold as ice.

Annabelle tried to recall, she first went to meet Mr. He, they drank, then…

Her memory started to flash back like a train.

“I was admitted?”

“You remembered?”

Annabelle nodded sheepishly, “Did you send me here?”

“No, it was Batman.” Mu answered expressionlessly. The thought of what she put herself through ignited an unnamed temper within him.

This woman must be out of her mind!

Annabelle noticed his silent rage. She sat up and tried to pull on the IV line, thinking to leave. Next thing she felt was a sharp pain. Seemed that unplucking IV is only viable in movies…

She kept her mouth shut, better not acquaint herself any further with Mu.

Shortly after, a doctor entered the room.

This must be Mr. Mu’s girlfriend… He thought. And his friendliness turned up a notch.