Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love novel Chapter 180

Ann was grateful, but she was still hesitant.

"If you do this, will your fiancée not be angry?"

Fred glanced at her. "Do you need me to give her a call now to see if she will be angry?"

Ann hurriedly waved her hand, extremely frightened. "No need." After a pause, she solemnly guaranteed it.

"Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. Well... If necessary, I will apologize with the greatest sincerity!"

While waiting for the red light to turn green, Fred turned his head and glanced at Ann. An unknown light flashed in his eyes.

"Ann, don't worry. If it was you, no matter what you did, she would not be angry."

Ann blinked in confusion.

The light turned green, and Fred restarted the car without saying anything more.

...

Ann was Fred's assistant and the female lead of the perfume advertisement, but she still needed to go to work at Moore Group every day.

Fred was driving Ann to the Moore Group.

The luxurious Aston Martin stopped at the entrance of the Moore Group. Fred got out of the car first and walked to the side like a gentleman, opening the door for Ann.

Ann hesitated for a while. Seeing that more and more people were looking at them curiously, she would have to get out of the car.

In the age of information, news traveled fast. Sometimes it took no more than a second.

Therefore, the news that Fred personally drove Ann to work in the morning quickly spread throughout the Moore Group.

As for the rumors about Ann and Phillip, they were once again discussed.

"I heard that Ann and Mr. Fred had known each other for a long time. Now, it seems that they might have been together long ago!"

"But I thought everyone in the company was still gossiping about Ann and Mr. Phillip."

"I knew it! Mr. Phillip would never have feelings for a girl like Ann. The rumors must have been made up!"

"Ann was once abroad. I heard that she came from the same school as Mr. Fred. Maybe Ann came back early and couldn't stand the loneliness. She failed to seduce Mr. Phillip..."

"Did you remember the man who claimed to have been Ann's fiancé once came and made a scene?"

"Well, well. It looks like Ann does know men well."

...

Ann was about to report to her supervisor, and Fred said he would wait for her.

Fred seemed to be very interested in the construction layout of the Moore Group.

When Ann came out after reporting to the supervisor and was about to go to meet Fred so that they could go to the commercial shooting site together, she was suddenly pulled into an empty conference room.

The blinds in the conference room were all closed, and the inside was dim.

Only a vague outline of the face could be seen.

However, Ann knew that the person who was holding his arm tightly was him.

"Let go of me!"

Ann tried to make her voice sound calm.

"Are you with Fred?"

His voice was low, mixed with anger and pain.

Ann could hear Phillip's heavy breaths in the quiet conference room.

Ann's eyes were filled with panic after a glance.

Phillip was covering his stomach with one hand on the ground. His body curled up in pain.

He had a stomachache!

Ann rushed to turn on the lights of the conference room and went back to Phillip. She saw Phillip's tightly closed eyes and the fine sweat that came out of his forehead because of the pain. Ann felt so helpless.

She frantically tried to prop Phillip up. But with her strength, how could she do that?

Just as she was panicking, Fred called.

Ann knelt on the ground and held Phillip's head with one hand, letting him lean into her arms and answering the phone in a hurry.

"Fred, I'm in the conference room on the eighth floor. Phillip has fainted..."

When Ann was anxiously waiting for Fred to come over, she did not see Phillip, who had already 'fainted', smile when she was so worried about him.

...

In a hospital ward.

Phillip lay on the bed. His handsome face looked pale. His eyes, usually looking cold and sharp, were also tightly closed at that moment.

The doctor took the medical record and stood aside. "The patient had a serious stomach hemorrhage before and thus needed a good rest. He has to have enough nutrition for each meal every day. If the patient was sent over some time later this time, his stomach might have been removed."

The stomach might have been removed...

Ann bit her lips and looked at Phillip who was lying on the bed. Ann's long, curly eyelashes trembled slightly.

When Aydan rushed over, his eyes turned red as well.

Aydan looked at Ann, who was standing to the side. It seemed that Ann was talking to herself, "these days, he only had three or four hours of rest every day. Every time he ate, he would say that he couldn't eat. He wouldn't listen to anyone. He simply treated himself as a working machine..."