My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 3

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of Joshua, the butler, came from the door. "Young Master."

Kieran said, "Come in."

Joshua opened the door and entered. "Young Master, how should we deal with Young Mistress?"

Kieran stood at the bedside. He was wearing white shirt and black pants.

Kieran skillfully turned the shining silver button on the shirt sleeve. He took a look at Sylvie, "We have raised two wolves in the backyard, how about throw you to them?"

Orchid Villa was located in the remote, where a rich and powerful family should not be located. The Shaw family sent people had investigated the Orchid Villa, but they only knew that Madam Lowe and Kieran Lowe lived in the Orchid Villa, and Kieran Lowe was terminally ill.

Josie's biggest wish was to marry her two daughters into four powerful families in H City. But when she knew that Kieran Lowe was terminally ill, she even wanted to ask the ancestors of the Shaw family why they had arranged such a marriage.

Josie did not want her daughter to marry to him, but Martin was a filial piety, not willing to violate the agreement of the older generation.

Josie thought of Sylvie, so she took her back to marry Kieran Lowe.

So in Sylvie’s cognition, Kieran was definitely not a rich man, but at the moment she was confused.

This man was noble like a king.

He kept wolves in the backyard, which was not an entertainment for ordinary people.

Sylvie wanted to speak, but at this time the man suddenly hold his hands on the table. He frowned, showing the look of pain.

The butler’s face changed and he said, “Young Master, I'll call a doctor now!”

Sylvie was surprised to see that.

Was he sick?

It was a terrible disease.

Sylvie met the man's red eyes. Kieran turned to look at her and said to the butler, "Let her get out!"

The butler said, “Go now, Young Mistress.”

Sylvie knew that she could not go. She needed the identity of his bride to go back to the Shaw family.

Sylvie looked to Kieran and said, "You are sick, what disease do you have? I know something about medicine. I am good at acupuncture and moxibustion. I can cure you."

Kieran pressed his thin lips and said coldly, "Get out!"

Sylvie approached him, "Just now I smelt you Lily, Tuckahoe, Gastrodia elata and other precious medicinal materials on your body. They are for sleep disorder."

The butler looked at Sylvie in shock, "Young Mistress, you..."

Sylvie felt her eyes on the handsome surface of Kieran, "How severe is your sleep disorder? If you have severe sleep disorders, it will have a serious impact on your mental state, leaving your body exhausted to the extreme without rest and relaxation. This can lead to your alter ego living in your body, which is dark, irritable, scary, and almost morbid."

Kieran’s narrow eyes became more and more red. His face was gloomy. He reached out and caught Sylvie’s neck.

Her neck was so delicate that if he squeezed it lightly, she would be dead.

"Young Mistress, don't goad the Young Master anymore! Young Master, let Young Mistress go at once!" The butler was so anxious that he just rushed up.

The fresh air that can breathe was getting thinner and thinner, Sylvie’s face slowly became red, but with a pin of her hand, she pierced a silver needle into Kieran's acupoint.