Please behave My Lord

Chapter 84: Coma

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Mariana stood shivering in the cold water of the bathtub, still confused by what was happening.

She had just changed and was lying in bed when her cell phone rang, disturbing the tranquility.

With some helplessness, Mariana answered him and spoke in a low voice:

-Hello...

But before she could finish her sentence, she was rudely interrupted:

-Mari, Mari, it's me! Do you know what happened to you today on the set? Not long after I left, I didn't

expect such a thing to happen to you. You can't have sex on set even though you like Xavier so much,

right? And you were in Andrea's living room. I don't believe it though, what the hell were you thinking?

An immense doubt instantly invaded her eyes. Mariana unconsciously clutched the phone in her hand

with her fingertips slightly pale from the force, and a violent shiver ran through her heart.

-Anita, tell me, what really happened?

Out of nowhere, his voice trembled again as he remembered the words Leopoldo had spoken.

-Hey? -Don't you remember? Even though the director said the news couldn't get out, now it's

everywhere. Everyone on the set says it was you who was romancing Xavier and then having sex in

Andrea's living room....

The voice became lower and lower and finally became as faint as a fly, but Mariana could still pick it up

precisely.

-Also, I don't know what happened with everyone, but at that time they went to Andrea's living room.

Supposedly she invited them to do something, then she found you and Xavier there.

In the end, Ana's tone also became a little strange.

-It was also said that Xavier took you to his break room afterwards.

Her eyes darken and snippets of memory suddenly intrude into her mind. Mariana already understood

exactly what had happened.

-Hey? Mari, what's wrong? What the hell is wrong with you? Say something...

On the other end of the line, Ana was still asking questions, but she could no longer hear what she was

saying.

Mariana's eyes fixed on the ceiling above her and her heart swelled with anger. Her hands

subconsciously clenched into fists. The sharp nails dug into the soft palm of her hand, causing a slight

pain to shoot through her body, but she was unaware of it.

It was Andrea!

Andrea had forced her to stay in her living room to drink that full glass of wine. Now that she thought

about it, some vile drug must have been contained in this one as well.

And Xavier was also called by her. Even the director and set staff had been brought in by her.

Mariana laughed. Her eyes grew colder and her lips paled from the ice water she had just used, giving

her an even more impassive look.

It was Andrea!

-How are things going?

With the phone in his hand, while Leopoldo looked at the assistant, his eyes were cold.

-Sir, this matter should be the work of... -Miss Solis. Miss Solis.

After a pause, the assistant did not speak again. However, because he received no response, he

reluctantly had to continue:

-She drugged the glass of wine that the lady drank. We have taken it for analysis and found the

ingredients. And Xavier was also invited by her to her salon.

A deep voice came from the other end of the call and Leopoldo's eyes grew more frigid. After a long

pause, he said:

-I understand.

The next day, Leopold came downstairs only to see the nanny going back and forth by the dining room

table in a state of confusion, with a slight look of panic and deep concern on her face.

A hint of confusion crossed his eyes and he took steps to approach, sitting down in his seat before

asking disinterestedly:

-What's wrong?

-Sir, I just went to the lady for breakfast. I have been knocking on the door, but no one answered, so I

went in to see and found that she had a high fever and is still unconscious now.

Leopoldo was surprised and felt an inevitable tremor in his heart. He lowered his eyes and hid the

emotion in them.

-I have given him medicine, but he is not getting better at all. But... but today I have a family matter and

I have already asked the lady for permission in advance. What am I going to do now?

As he said this, his tone became a bit panicked and shaky.

The hand he was cutting the ham stopped and returned to normal in an instant. He said calmly:

-I'll take her to the hospital later.

At these words, the nanny was overjoyed and a little relieved,

-Well, sir, thank you for your understanding.

Attentive to things at home, the nanny hurriedly untied her apron around her waist and left after

grabbing her bag.

Only when he heard the door close behind him did Leopoldo leave the silverware, get up and go

upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Mariana in bed in a coma.

Her face was still flushed, her eyes were closed and her lips, slightly wrinkled from lack of water, were

slightly open and moaning.

After remaining a few moments in silence by the bed, Leopoldo took his hand out of his pocket to lift

the blankets over Mariana and lifted her up.

The body in his arms was trembling slightly and curled up, looking small and lovely. To his surprise, it

was as light as a feather that he couldn't feel a single weight. Leopold blinked involuntarily and his

heart fluttered as if something had struck him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at Mariana who was still sleeping. By now she had been given

the injection and her fever was gradually dropping.

-Mr. Durán, here are all the company's papers for today.

The assistant came by car to this private hospital and first looked at Mariana lying on the hospital bed

before placing the stack of papers in her hand on the table next to her.

He had not expected his boss to be willing to stay here with the sick woman. He was a man who had

always taken his jobs very seriously, even asking him to send the papers to the hospital. This was not

Mr. Durán's usual style.

With a slight nod, Leopoldo looked at the unconscious Mariana, walked over to the sofa and sat down

to start going through the papers.

The assistant then quietly withdrew.

When she opened her eyes, what she received first was a white ceiling. Mariana, confused, couldn't

help but frown after looking around where it was still the color white.

But the next second, her gaze fell on the man with his head down, working on his papers.

It was almost dusk. The last rays of the sun were shining through the window, falling unceremoniously

on the man, covering him with a warm yellow glow to dispel much of his usual aura of coldness.

He held a black pen and face with slender fingers as he scribbled rapidly on a white sheet of paper.

Such a Leopoldo in a working state was like nothing Mariana had ever seen before. She stood stunned

looking at him in a trance.

And the man, who had been working with his head down, suddenly noticed a burning gaze upon him

and raised his eyes instinctively.

Their eyes met, but for a moment neither spoke.

One was sitting and the other lying down, so they looked at each other in silence.

The orange sun wandered over the two of them, creating a somewhat warm atmosphere.

He stood up and walked with his slender legs towards Mariana on the bed.

-How do you feel?

The woman opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her throat felt dry and sore.