My Disabled CEO Stood up And Kissed Me (Natalie)

Chapter 149 She Gives Kendrick a Slap

Chapter 149 She Gives Kendrick a Slap

As they looked at each other, Natalie clearly saw the complex look flashing across the man's eyes. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a surprised look mingled with the implication that I knew it had been you.

Kendrick's anesthetic had already worn away.

During the stitching, he felt the stinging pain but still remained silent.

Kendrick quickly let go of Natalie. Natalie put on her mask and medical cap in a hurry.

Kendrick still fixed his eyes on her. He grabbed her wrist.

Even though he was drugged, his strength was still strong.

Neither of them spoke.

Natalie's mood was complex, and she could clearly hear her heart thumping rhythmically.

She was stunned that Kendrick had discovered her!

Thinking of his behavior, Natalie believed that he had already discovered her. She wondered when she

had made a mistake.

In fact, the more a person tried to conceal, the more likely he would expose himself because she cared

about Kendrick.

For example, just now she tried to listen to what Kendrick was speaking but was cheated by him. Or

perhaps he had been waiting for the moment.

Natalie tried hard to suppress the complex feelings that surged up within her.

After calming down, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Kendrick in the face. "Are you crazy?

Do you know how dangerous it was just now? Do you want to be infected?"

...

Owen was now under investigation by the Exit and Entry Department.

Two days ago, he saw off Brynn at the airport.

He had thought she would board a flight and leave Hamgrad to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas

with his father.

But last night, he received a call from Exit and Entry Department and was asked for an investigation.

Only then did he know that Brynn had been detained at the airport.

The officials asked her to explain the purpose and destination of GM-1, otherwise she would not be

allowed to leave the country.

"I've told you many times. It's for academic exchange," Brynn said impatiently to the official as she

leaned back in her seat. "This is permitted by the law. And I have the approval documents. If you want

to continue the interrogation and limit my personal freedom, I'll tell you."

She sneered, "I am a resident of Cruxham, and this will be a serious diplomatic issue."

"Calm down. We just want to have a check. If we confirm that there are no problems, we will help you

leave the country."

Brynn assumed a proud posture with a pair of cold eyes. Anyway, she was going to stand up and leave

right away.

"Don't challenge my patience." She said confidently, squinting her eyes slightly. "I repeat, you have no

right to detain me."

Quickly, the official said to her after taking a call, "You can leave now, but before leaving, you need to

sign a commitment letter."

Brynn cursed silently, "What the darn rule."

Brynn tried to hold her temper. After all, she was still in Hamgrad. She got up and followed the official to

another room.

She walked in alone and asked, "Where is the commitment letter?"

By the window, stood a tall man with a straight posture in a black coat, exuding an extraordinary

temperament.

Upon hearing the voice, he turned his head.

That was a face with age signs but was still handsome, deep, and mysterious. He had a broad

forehead, looking like a great leader.

Brynn raised her eyes and looked at him. Her expression froze on her face.

...

Three hours later, Brynn safely left the country by plane. She was an important research scholar in

Cruxham and could not be detained for a long time.

Owen was seeing her off at the airport.

"I'm fine now," Brynn looked at her son's worried face and comforted him, patting his shoulder.

Perhaps she was disturbed by this incident, and her face was extremely haggard without its usual

elegance.

Even her voice was hoarse and dry, and her eyes were a bit red, indicating that she had gone through

violent mood swings.

"That's great," Owen muttered, "It's all my fault."

Brynn interrupted him, "Don't blame yourself," she said gently. "No mother would blame her child."

Over the years, she had been committed to playing the role of a good mother.

Perhaps she was born calm and rational, so her emotions of love and hatred seemed to be slightly thin.

"Mom!" Owen was moved.

Brynn gave him a hug and patted his back with strength. "I'm going back to spend Thanksgiving with

your father. When you have time, fly back home and I'll roast potatoes, beef, and turkeys for you. Over

the years, our family was rarely together."

"Okay, I will go back when I finish my work here."

"Well, goodbye."

Brynn bid him farewell, and her figure receded at the boarding gate.

Owen drove back from the airport but was told that the road had been closed because the President's

car was passing by. He had to take another road.

For safety reasons, Owen immediately changed direction and returned to the hospital.

On the way, he sent a message to Natalie, asking her how Kendrick was and if it was too late or not.

He told her that he was heading back.

...

When Natalie had stayed alone in the corner for a long time, she received a message from Owen.

She replied, "He's already fine."

Then she heaved a long sigh and walked back into the ward. Brock was feeding Kendrick water

clumsily but carefully.

He put a glass of water at 160℉ to Kendrick's lips and said, "Drink some water."

Kendrick suppressed his rising anger and raised his eyebrows, questioning, "Can't you feel it's hot?"

Brock had a pair of rough hands and certainly could not feel how hot the water was. He carefully blew

on the water and put it on Kendrick's lips again.

Kendrick rolled his eyes. He didn't know what he had done wrong and why he had to suffer such

torment.

He was lying on the bed. How could he drink the water?

He waved to Brock to get out of the room quickly.

"He only drinks warm water at 100 degrees," Natalie said as she walked in. "He can't drink water when

lying on the bed. Hand him a straw."

Brock said happily as if he had seen a savior or an angel. "Mrs. Ramsey, you came just in time. I'll

leave this to you!" He fled away.

If he stayed here, he was afraid he would be sent to Africa as a slave.

Natalie poured a glass of water at around 100 degrees, added a straw, and put the glass to Kendrick's

lips.

When their eyes met, both of them were silent.

A while ago, Kendrick received a slap, a heavy slap.

Now his cheeks still hurt!

"If you wanna ask something, just ask." Seeing his dispirited face, Natalie sighed slightly and spoke

first.

Kendrick didn't know how to start asking her. Although he had a general outline of the whole thing, he

had a feeling of uncertainty when he had to face and accept it.

"If you don't want to ask me, Then I'll ask you!" Natalie said calmly, "When did you discover me?"

She guessed, "It was definitely not in the operating room. It must have been earlier than that.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done such dangerous behavior with pain in her waist."