Chapter 1309
At some point, Melissa walked into Warren’s room and said, “Mr. York, it’s time to take medicine.” As Melissa spoke, she put the tray on the coffee table in front of the sofa and handed the medicine and cup to Warren.
Warren took them over and had the medicine.
Melissa took Warren’s temperature and blood pressure. Then she said, “Mr. York, the lady who came here today…”
“Don’t pay attention to her. I am tired and want to sleep for a while. You can go out first,” Warren said.
“Okay.” Melissa slowly left the room. But before closing the door, she couldn’t help but glance at Warren.
She heard from Frederick that the woman was Warren’s wife.
Melissa didn’t expect that Warren already had a wife, but that woman never showed up during Warren’s most painful period!
“How could such a woman be Mrs. York?” Melissa thought.
She went down the stairs angrily. Melissa was a young, beautiful, and capable nurse in a famous hospital. This time she was lucky enough to be selected as Warren’s private nurse during his recovery because of the h of Emmett Williams, the doctor who took care of Warren.
Melissa’s father and Emmett were old friends, so Emmett recommende Melissa to Warren. Unexpectedly, Warren really agreed to hire Melissa.
Melissa still remembered that when she first saw Warren, she was amazed by him and felt heartbroken for him.
This famous businessman in Lofbury was more handsome than his images on the news when Melissa saw him at a close distance.
But Warren was very weak. For a period of time, he needed someone to help him walk. Walking a few steps made him exhausted.
Melissa knew that it was because of his second liver donation, but she didn’t understand why Warren donated his liver and who he wanted to donate his liver to.
After all, Warren was a big shot. Who could he donate his liver to?
These days, Melissa took good care of Warren, and she often felt that he needed hér!
Melissa would take good care of Warren and help him slowly recover. If only she could stay with him all the time!
There were examples of nurses marrying into rich families because they took care of wealthy patients.
Since others could do it, Melissa believed she could also do it!
However, Melissa only had this idea in her mind for a short time. The sudden appearance of Mrs. York frustrated Melissa. She never expected that Warren had already been married!
But now it seemed that Warren and his wife didn’t get along, so maybe Melissa still had a chance. Thinking of this, Melissa became ambitious again.
At night, the maid prepared an abundant dinner for Amelia. Amelia looked at these dishes and found that they were suitable for patients who had undergone liver transplant surgery like her. Obviously, the chef prepared the dishes carefully.
“Where’s Warren? Why didn’t he come?” Amelia asked the maid.
“Mr. York said he would have dinner in his room, and the dishes have been served to Mr. York,” the maid said.
“Did he always have dinner in his room before?” Amelia asked
“No, just sometimes,” the maid replied.
Amelia couldn’t help thinking, “Did he have dinner in his room me today? Or was it just a coincidence?”
Amelia bit her lip gently and stood up. After asking the servant whe Warren’s bedroom was, Amelia went upstairs and came to his room.
After knocking on the door twice, Amelia heard Warren say, “Come in.”
But when Amelia opened the door, she saw that Warren was half-naked at the moment. A woman was helping him put on a shirt. The woman was standing in front of Warren, buckling up the buttons for him. At this moment, Amelia was standing in the direction of his back, so she couldn’t see the appearance of that woman. Amelia could only vaguely see the figure, knowing it was a woman.
In an instant, Amelia felt unhappy.
Did she care about that woman? Or was she jealous? Was she jealous of Warren being so close to another woman?
Warren turned his head slightly. After glancing at Amelia, he turned back as if he didn’t bother to look at her again. “It’s you. What’s the matter?” Warren said coldly.
“I… I want to have dinner with you,” said Amelia.
“No, thanks. I’m used to eating alone. If you have nothing to tell me, I just want to have dinner quietly,” Warren said.
It was undoubtedly a refusal.
At this moment, the woman who was helping Warren button his shirt seemed to have finished. Then she took another coat and put it on for Warren before walking up to Amelia and saying, “Ma’am, you’d better leave now. Mr. York is about to have dinner.”
Although the woman’s words sounded to be polite and respectful, her expression looked disdainful.
Amelia looked at the young woman in front of her. She had an oval face, curved eyebrows and shining eyes, which reminded Amelia of herself when she was younger.
The woman looked a bit like Amelia. When Amelia was this woman’s age she was energetic and full of expectations for the future.
But now Amelia was in a completely different state of mind, and the only thing that remained unchanged might be the fact that she still loved Warren.
It was just that Amelia loved Warren blindly and didn’t know anything about him.
But now, Amelia fell in love with Warren again after knowing him better.
Amelia ignored the woman and looked at Warren, asking, “Warren, do you want me to leave?”
“Yes, I want you to leave,” Warren said,
Amelia laughed at herself. What kind of answer was she expecting?
Her eyes darkened slightly. Amelia left the room and gently closed the door.
There seemed to be an invisible wall between Warren and Amelia. No matter how she wanted to approach him, she couldn’t get close to him at all.
“Take your time,” Amelia thought.
She comforted herself in her heart. Their bet had only begun, and there were still three months left. Maybe during this period of time, she could let Warren fall in love with her again.
At this moment, Amelia finally understood Warren’s feelings when he begged her to give him another chance.
Now, Amelia also hoped Warren could give her a chance to get close to him.
In Warren’s bedroom, Melissa saw Warren’s indifferent attitude to Amelia just now and was secretly delighted. As expected, this so-called Mrs. York didn’t matter much to Warren at all.
