The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Old Mr. Grant naturally disagreed and kept watch until Dr. Hunter arrived and checked to make sure it was just a fever before he unhappily followed to get the medicine.

Lindsey leaned against the bed, sullenly closing her eyes to rest, her head hurting more and more.

This time because the fund nerves have been very tight, things have only been dealt with Hailie and then come to such a play, coupled with the pregnancy resistance is reduced, a little wind to cause the body can not load.

In view of her pregnancy, Dr. Hunter did not dare to take the medicine casually, but asked the nurse to take a bottle of patchouli water, soaked a cotton pad and put it on her belly button.

This method Lindsey also knows, after getting it done, do not even eat dinner and fall asleep.

Lindsey woke up cool after a night of sweating, turned on the light and took her temperature, saw that it was normal, got out of bed and changed into a set of dry pajamas, opened the door and went downstairs to find food.

When she passed by Old Mr. Grant’s room, she found Jack sitting in the recliner outside the door, and was a little alarmed.

It was probably her footsteps that woke Jack up. He opened his eyes, saw Lindsey already up, and immediately stood up. “Why are you up.”

“I was a little hungry and wanted to go downstairs to find something to eat.” Lindsey laughed and said casually, “It’s cool outside, Jack you’d better go back inside and sleep.”

“Old Mr. Grant didn’t feel comfortable with you and asked me to keep watch here.” Jack blinked and looked at her searchingly. “Are you really all right?”

“It’s okay, I’m just hungry.” Lindsey smiled gratefully. “You go back to bed, I’ll make myself something to eat soon.”

Jack looked into her eyes, thought about it, and said, “I’ll go get you what you want to eat.”

“How can that be …” Lindsey panicked, she didn’t have the guts to let Old Mr. Grant’s guards heat her food.

Jack saw her push back, so he had to go downstairs and wake up the logistics people, instructing them to make sure the porridge was hot, before going upstairs to his room.

Lindsey finished eating and sweating, called the logistics to change the bed sheets and covers, and changed into a new set of pajamas to rest in bed.

Lindsey woke up at 9:00 a. m. the next day and got up dizzy, washed up, and was ordered to lie back down again.

Dr. Hunter checked her temperature and ordered the nurse to reapply her medication.

Bruce arrived at 6:00 p. m. Lindsey was still lying in bed, drowsy, sweat pouring out of her forehead, down her temples, drops into the pillow.

After spending some time with her, Bruce gingerly exited and went downstairs to the yard to find Old Mr. Grant.

“How is Lindsey doing?” Old Mr. Grant was not in good spirits, and with Lindsey’s illness, the whole yard seemed lifeless.

Bruce sat down across from him and shook his head gently. “Still sleeping, sweating a lot.”

“Dr. Hunter says the sweating is fine, it’s the inability to take medication that’s more disturbing.” Old Mr. Grant squinted his eyes and looked slyly at the distant sky. “This girl has always been in good health, how come she suddenly got sick.”

Bruce did not intend to say anything else at this time, but still could not help but blurt out. “Pissed off, I guess.”

“Brat, what do you mean!” Old Mr. Grant instantly burst out in anger. “Tell me clearly, and if you can’t, get the hell out of here!”

Bruce was dumbfounded by his yelling, lowered his head and weakly voiced out, “Instructor Hailie comes to visit every day, Lindsey thinks nonsense, sleeps badly at night, it’s strange not to be sick.”

Old Mr. Grant stopped talking when he heard it, thinking about it, it seems that after Hailie came, Lindsey’s face has been bad.

Realizing what the problem was, Old Mr. Grant narrowed his eyes and reprimanded with a grunt, “If you hadn’t been fooling around, how would she have found her way to the house!”

“When did I ever make a pass at her? I couldn’t stop her from coming.” Bruce was so depressed, it was Old Mr. Grant who got Lindsey sick, so how did he become a womanizer?

In the face of his accusations, Old Mr. Grant’s anger increased. “You couldn’t stop him, you knew he had his heart set on you, you should have rejected him severely.”

“Okay, okay, my fault, my fault.” Bruce, fearing that Old Mr. Grant would get angry, hurriedly admitted his mistake. “I should have told people as soon as we met that I was married and about to become a father, and the demons and monsters automatically retreated.”

Old Mr. Grant does not deny it, but his face is obviously better than just now.

After sitting for a while, I heard the nurse shouting upstairs that Lindsey had woken up, and the both immediately got up and went upstairs.

Lindsey had slept all day and sweated all day, her face was as pale as paper, and she weakly pulled the corners of her lips. “I made you guys worry.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“I’m glad you’re okay, and if you feel any discomfort in the future, see Dr. Hunter right away.” Old Mr. Grant instructed a sentence, turned back to ask the nurse exactly how the situation, need to send to the hospital.

Before the nurse could say anything, Dr. Hunter, who had temporarily gone to rest, returned and answered with a smile, “Lindsey’s condition does not require a trip to the hospital, and as long as she doesn’t get a fever tonight, she’ll be basically fine.”

“That’s good.” Old Mr. Grant nodded slightly, lowered his eyes to glance at Bruce, then at Lindsey, after some admonition turned around and left the room.

Then Dr. Hunter and the nurse also retreated, and closed the door behind them.

Bruce listened to the movement outside the door, and held Lindsey’s hand nervously. “Honey, I’m the one who made you suffer.”

“I’m fine, I just feel a little weak and drained.” Lindsey leaned weakly against the bed, barely squeezing out a smile. “You mustn’t blame Grandpa, he had nothing to do with this.”

Bruce took her hand, brought it gently to his lips and kissed it, and said, “It’s late, I just got into a fight with him downstairs.”

“You’re really the same, he doesn’t know what’s on Hailie’s mind.” Lindsey was immediately a little upset. “I did not feel it at first, it was she came more later, I was just thinking about her coming to you.”

Not to explain the good, once explained Bruce’s sword eyebrows immediately unpleasant frown. “How much you don’t trust me, you worry when it’s a woman.”

“I don’t.” Lindsey sulked and shrank under the covers, her nasal voice heavy with pouting. “My leg hurts.”

Bruce sighed and resigned himself to giving her a massage.

By dinner time, Lindsey was able to get out of bed and walk around. Except for her face, which was still pale, her spirits were obviously much better than in the morning.

After dinner, Bruce got permission from Old Mr. Grant to take Dr. Hunter and Lindsey back to the old house downtown.

Lindsey was carried by Bruce right out of the car and went straight to her bedroom in the side yard.

The room was cleaned every day, and before returning, Bruce made it a point to turn on the air conditioning in the bedroom.

Lindsey lay under the covers, resting on his arm and closing his eyes, Bruce stayed with her for a while, seeing that she had no intention of going to sleep, and was depressed and distressed.

“You’re about to become a mother, and you’re still so jealous.” Reaching out to ruffle her sweaty bangs, Bruce smiled dotingly, “Looks like I’ll be holding up a sign on my chest next time I go out.”

“She’s an aerospace doctor, she’s young and pretty, so why shouldn’t I worry about that.” Lindsey retorted sullenly. “And Grandpa looks so pleasant every time he talks to her, I’m jealous.”

“It’s all my fault.” Bruce laughed bitterly and turned his head to ask about Edward’s wedding.

Lindsey wasn’t quite sure whether it would be held at Fragrant Garden or a hotel owned by the Hawke Group, and she hadn’t had time to ask.

Bruce listened to her explanation and made fun of her again.

We talked until after 10:00 p. m., Lindsey was really sleepy, so we cuddled up and went to sleep.

On Saturday morning, Edward called early and told us where the wedding would be held and asked Lindsey whether Lily would go out to Nine Lakes or stay at the old house.

“Of course it’s this way, it’s too much trouble over there.” Lindsey carefully considered for a while, and added: “By then Old Mr. Gregor and our family Old Mr. Grant are going to attend, the wedding is still more appropriate to do in Fragrant Garden.”

Edward also considered this layer, and chatted for a while, telling him that he would send Lily back in a few minutes, and we would talk about the rest.

Lindsey agreed, and after the call ended, she stayed in bed to talk to Bruce.

“How’s the baby doing? It’s almost time to get out of the hospital.” Bruce listened to her ramble for a while and couldn’t help but ask, “I heard that Randy was there at the launch party.”

“I forgot if you didn’t mention it, he was discharged from the hospital today. As for Randy, you’re a little too well-informed, aren’t you?” Lindsey smiled and told him the details of that day.

Bruce thought about it for a while and then suddenly smiled. “I think Edward married Lily, married a little too easy.”

“What do you want?” Lindsey heard a sudden burst of interest. “You’re not trying to make things difficult for him, are you.”

“What do you mean by “difficult”?” Bruce was unimpressed. “I’m not done with him yet, so I should take advantage of this great opportunity.”

Lindsey was speechless at the seriousness of his words.

After sleeping until almost ten o’clock, Larissa came over and knocked on the door, inviting them to breakfast. Lindsey got up in a hurry when she remembered that she had promised to go out with her to get the sick boy out of the hospital.

When the four of them arrived at Fu Wai, the other staff members had already helped pack their bags and were preparing to send the family to the airport.

Lindsey took out the gifts she had bought on the way and asked Bruce’s advice, and decided to take them to the airport herself.

On the way, Lindsey and Larissa sat in the back seat and she talked about Edward’s wedding, jokingly asking when she was going to do it.

“Christmas at the latest.” Larissa said, her right hand unconsciously dropped to the small of her back, and laughed out mysteriously. “We’ll do it when the little thing stays stable.”

Lindsey was stunned, and was instantly delighted. “You’re not, this is a little too fast.”

“I took the test last night, and went to the hospital in the morning, so I can’t be wrong.” Larissa eyebrows with a smile, eyes ambiguous look at her. “You hurry up, so that you have company.”

“Something this happy has to be celebrated.” Lindsey took her by the shoulders and raised her eyes to Hector who was driving. “Hector, I’m having roast duck tonight, are you buying.”