Why are they checking me?
Noticing my doubtful expression, Ashton said, “Take it as a normal physical examination. Everyone does it once or twice a year. There’s no need to worry.”
When he was done, he gave the doctor a look, and before I realized what was happening, I was being taken away by the doctors and nurses.
“Hey! I’ve been going to the doctor regularly so I don’t need your people to be nosy. I know my body the best. Ashton, get them to stop!”
For the very first time, I felt the coldness of the medical staff. No matter how much I shouted, they paid no attention to me and simply continued their checkup procedures.
As it was difficult to take on so many people at once, I soon gave up on struggling.
It was already eight in the evening when all the checks were completed.
When the nurse brought me into the office, Ashton was sitting leisurely on the sofa as he scrolled on the tablet.
I had been “manhandled” for so long, but he was sitting there so happy and carefree?
Resultantly, my anger rose. However, upon taking a closer look, I noticed that he was looking at my checkup data.
My mood instantly changed, and I took a seat beside him. “So, why on earth am I doing so many checks?”
“In case you’re hiding some serious illness from me, which will affect Gregory’s health,” Ashton replied, not even looking up at me. His toneless voice sounded somewhat heartless.
I stared at him, feeling embarrassed. “You’re quite good at seeing things from a different perspective, Mr. Fuller. I can’t believe you came up with such a crappy excuse.”
Ashton seemed to have finished looking through all the reports as he put the tablet aside. He looked at me and said with a straight face, “You’re special too, Ms. Stovall. You’re clearly angry, but you can still force a smile out.”
Then, I was speechless for a long time.
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