The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 1116

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1116
In a way, her face—at least to Gerald—was a textbook example of an oriental beauty.

Shaking the thoughts off, Gerald quickly ran over to her and checked her pulse while asking, “Are you alright?”

Getting no response, Gerald deduced that she had fainted from losing too much blood.

‘This wound would’ve been fatal if I hadn’t found you any sooner!’ Gerald thought to himself as he immediately rushed her over to the Yarne family manor.

It was early the next morning when Yume Gunter slowly opened her eyes to the lingering scent of medicine. Looking around, she saw that she was in some sort of luxurious room.

The moment she tried to sit up, however, she immediately let out a yelp.

Someone had dressed her up in pajamas!

Her immediate response was warranted since it was natural for women to be particularly sensitive toward being changed by strangers. This was especially so for Yume who was quite traditional-minded.

However, she did notice that the person had also bandaged the injuries around her stomach. Even so, she knew she needed to get out.

Forcefully dragging her still injured body off the bed, she eventually managed to get to her feet. Upon opening the door, she saw a small portion of what seemed to be a courtyard and her old clothes hanging on a rack that a young man was currently standing beside.

The man himself was facing the courtyard while looking at some kind of picture.

Hearing the door open, Gerald sipped his tea before putting the picture down and turning around to say, “So you’re finally awake…”

“…Were you the one in charge of putting me in these pajamas?” asked Yume as she glared at Gerald while biting her bright-red lower lip.

Gerald simply nodded slightly in response.

“You! Who allowed you to touch me?!” shouted Yume as she glared daggers at him.

“You’d have died if I hadn’t touched you! If you hadn’t bumped into me last night you would’ve died not long after!” replied Gerald.

“Then… My current innerwear…”

“Would you have preferred to remain in blood-drenched clothes? And it’s not like I could tend to your wounds with your clothes on!”

“You… You b*stard!” roared the woman as she threw a vase directly at him!