One second, two seconds, three seconds... Milan's tall body suddenly stood up.

Without saying a word, he lifted his feet and walked towards the outside of the office. As he passed Meadow, he asked, "Which hospital?"


Hmm… Mr. Milan, what does that mean?

Meadow instinctively said: "Hospital No. 1, located in Ward Y." To give Ashley a good resting environment, and Ashley's condition at that time was a bit bad, according to the doctor, she had to stay here. It took several days for her to be completely healthy. Meadow didn't want to save money, so she bought Ashley a single room.

Meadow looked at Milan's back as she walked out. She suddenly called out: "Mr. Milan, I just came back from the hospital. When I came back, she was just sleeping." This means Milan shouldn't go, don't disturb Ashley's rest.


"Later I'll delegate a bit of today's work, then I'll go home and cook porridge to give it to her," Meadow added.

Milan's long, slender thighs have no intention of stopping. 'You don't need to go anywhere, I'll ask my maid to cook porridge and bring it to her."


So… Mr. Milan, what does he mean? Meadow's face looked strange as she watched Milan's back disappear around the corner.

…

Downstairs, Paradise Club, Milan got in the car and called: "Tyson, help me take a trip, buy some frugal porridge, bring it to hospital number 1, Y ward."

'Er… Who is sick?"

"Don't ask anymore, just buy things." Suddenly something rang out, Milan ordered the person on the phone. "Delivery in half an hour."

'Damn. Am I a superhero? Am I going to fly in there or what?" Half an hour later, Milan said something that almost made Tyson angry. He still wanted to complain to Milan over the phone, but the other person hung up without any mercy.

In a short time, Tyson casually dressed and ran downstairs.

One side goes downstairs, and the other side calls. "...Yes, these are the things, I'll come pick them up later. Hurry up." Having finished speaking, he hung up the phone, wondering in his heart the eighteen generations of Milan's ancestors.

In the end, who was sick that made Milan so urgent and worried?

That year Gina was sick, and Milan was not in such a hurry.

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Milan entered Ashley's hospital room, and chose the single room that Meadow had mentioned before, he nodded in his heart... Meadow did very well.

Heaven knows Meadow didn't choose this hospital room for Ashley because of Milan.

The man's long, slender thighs walked closer to Ashley's hospital bed. The man looked at the woman lying down with complicated black eyes, but he didn't pay any attention.

Milan never thought that a person would change so much in three years.

That year, the delicate and beautiful face was now a bit unrecognizable, the dull skin had lost its color, if he looked closely he could still see the facial features of Miss Patterson Ashley that year but in the end and things were no longer the same as before.

Her eyes are swollen, her eyebrows are disordered, her lips are dry, her skin is rough... It's only been three years.

At this moment, the person on the hospital bed moved slightly, turned over, and the hair on his forehead fell, revealing a hidden scary scar.

Milan's eyes immediately sharpened, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked for a long time at the unsightly scar. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand. As soon as she touched the scar on Ashley's forehead, the woman in the hospital bed immediately woke up.

In a blink of an eye, she panicked and avoided that hand.

Why did he come here? What does he want to do?

Milan's face is not very good.

Avoid him?

As if not believing, Milan once again reached out to Ashley. Ashley almost instinctively pulled up the blanket and tucked her head under it.

Milan's anger rose three meters high as he looked at the woman huddled under the blanket, his face was as cold as ice, it was scary.

This damn woman was avoiding him.

Looking closely at the person curled up in the blanket, he could vaguely see that person was trembling.

After Ashley hid under the blanket, she immediately regretted it. Why did she suddenly run away and hide under the blanket? If Milan wanted to find her and cause trouble, then it would be useless for her to hide anywhere. What's the use of hiding under a blanket?

Milan's hand pulled Ashley out from under the blanket, his voice suddenly chilled to the bone, his thin lips parted, slowly asking each word: "Are you hiding from me?"

"Do not have." Ashley quickly interrupted: 'I'm not avoiding you."

Lie.

She was avoiding him.

But…

'What happened to your voice?" This voice of hers, why is it so hoarse?

'I'm sick so my throat hurts." Ashley's eyelids drooped, not wanting to say much.

'Are you afraid of me?"

Ashley narrowed her eyes, not objecting at all.

The man stood next to the hospital bed, his eyebrows slowly raised, feeling even more uncomfortable.

Suddenly the whole person leaned forward. Under Ashley's frightened eyes, Milan held the hospital bed tightly with one hand, immediately closing the distance between the two.

The other hand reached out towards Ashley, but Ashley instinctively backed away, Milan coldly said: "Don't move."


As expected, Ashley was much more rational. Milan's finger placed it on Ashley's forehead, touching the scar. Ashley's whole body felt wrong. The feeling on Milan's ice-cold fingers wanted to be missed. She couldn't think.

Milan's fingers caressed Ashley's scar, his unmarked lips lowered, a little unhappy he asked: "Where does this scar come from?"

Ashley glanced at Milan in front of her... 

Where did that scar come from, he still doesn't know.

But she tried to respond. 'I hit my head against the wall." Thank you for giving me that scar. She said another sentence in her heart.

His fingers meticulously caressed the scar, stroking deeper and deeper until it reached her lips. His fingers felt dry and the color was pale.