Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 55
Gerald encouraged Cathleen, who was in a wheelchair, to be taken to the VIP room so that she could immediately receive inpatient treatment at the hospital. He could have asked the nurse to do it, but somehow Gerald did it himself.
Gerald also helped lay Cathleen's body into the patient's bed. And before long there was a nurse going in there to put up an infusion.
“Miss, do not forget to rest so quickly recover,” let the nurse know after finishing installing the needle inserted into the vein in the hand, let the nurse know, in order to drain the liquid containing vitamins to replace lost fluids, and dehydration of patients is not getting worse. He also injected liquid medicine into the hose.
And Gerald who had been watching had also squinted his eyes. “What did you inject it?” he asked in a tone like interrogating a criminal. Even his sharp eyes increasingly add to the flat mimic to become increasingly tense atmosphere. She should know what was put into Cathleen's body, as it was too suspicious for her.
“It's a cure to relieve diarrhea, sir. I just did as directed by the doctor. Miss Cathleen has also confirmed that diarrhea is still present, although the intensity is not frequent,” explained the nurse.
“Oh.” Still, Gerald can immediately change his face to become ordinary after interrogating like a member of the FBI.
“Is there still anything asked or needed again?” ask the nurse.
“No, you can come out.” Gerald shook his hand, looking very haughty.
“Good, I'm sorry. If there is something emergency or need help, you can push the button here.” The nurse pointed to the location in question.
“Hm.” Gerald replied with a lazy mutter.
While Cathleen giggles softly because of Gerald's behavior that turned out to be ketus on everyone without exception. “I get it, thanks for the help,” Cathleen told the nurse.
The nurse came out, leaving the newlyweds in the VIP ward.
“What is your hobby is indeed playing games?” ask Cathleen.
“Hm.” Gerald confirmed with a murmur only.
“How many hours a day can you spend playing?” Cathleen started to want to know more about her husband.
“Twenty-four hours I often.” Gerald replied but was reluctant to shift the focus away from the screen.
“Do you not work if your time is only spent playing games?”
“Can't you just shut up and don't bother me when playing games?” Gerald asked back in a tinge and snapped a little. He doesn't like it when his personal pleasure is disturbed.
“I ‘kan just asked, why should I answer in such a tone?” Cathleen's eyes immediately glazed over as her heart felt aching like that. Though his intention was just to ask so as not to get bored in a room that big but no chat in the slightest.
“Remember the agreement, do not be troublesome and demanding. I always try to fulfill that deal, so you should do the same!” clearly Gerald reminded Cathleen that no one had broken the rules agreed upon in the first place. “You better sleep, follow the orders mentioned by the nurse,” he later said.
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...The Gege is still consistent just so. Good, don't give Keket a crack to get into your heart *smile cunning*...