Chapter 6: Trouble

The feeble sun of the east sun shines on its strong high-rise building, glowing with a glow on its face, and the near wind stands in its office overlooking the city. The soft, delicate face in the head is suddenly beautiful and elegant.  

 The man who calls from the rain to the wind in business, a man who once had plenty of beautiful people beside him, such an inconspicuous mind, an endless, endless abundance, seemingly blessed to have him, all that everyone so desperately wants him, yet there is a considerable space in his heart to remind himself of what happened.

 Now the deeper he looks, even more darkly as if a cloud were swirling. The cup of black coffee in his hand is filled with a sweet aroma, near-wind, a sip, and a delicious, drunken fragrance. The phone rings, breaking the quiet space early in the morning, near the turn, with the phone on the desk, the number on the screen striking into view, and the look on the face remains silent.

 "Is there any news?" Near wind is as cold as ice.

 "Yes, it is reported as you expected that Daniel in Canada's failed business will soon declare bankruptcy. Moreover, he will return to the inheritance of the family." On the other end of the line, it is as if a middle-aged man's voice is answering.

He is not yet planning to do anything about it; if he intended, Carwyn would soon go bankrupt.

 "Okay, I'll transfer your fees to your account. You continue to watch them. Whatever it is, you tell me right away." Soon after, Carwyn stopped and hung up.

 He knew he would soon see Vera Madison, and you would be… How's it going? When you left him to go with Daniel, are you sorry?

 Admittedly, at present, he has a little excitement, perhaps even longing, all of it not because of love, but because of the pain of many years, it seems like it will end. His love for her was long gone, and for years the real hatred was gone. The flail knocking, coming in at quivering speed, sounds. Carwyn turned around and saw a pale, quiet face, a contemplating look on his face: "What is it, Grainne? You don't feel well in your body?"

 Startled and amazed, is she clearly like that? Is appearance wrong? "Nothing, I just have a personal problem." She spoke softly. Last night, Patrick's chest hurt again. He rolls back and forth until midnight to sleep. As a result, sleep does not lie dormant.

"Is it your private matter?"

"Right."

In a tone that was not angry at all, Carwyn said, "Secretary Grainne, I remember telling you very well, don't wear personal love stories on your face when you come to the company." He was a little upset, but he didn't know why he was like that!

"I do not have," she argued.

"You don't have any? Then look, what is the document you're holding?" Carwyn said sarcastically.

"I..." Grainne looked at the document in her hand and couldn't speak anymore. She took the wrong paper and brought it in.

"I can't see clearly, and I'll bring in the management documents you need again. But I don't bring personal matters to the company." Grainne, voice resolutely confident, excuse yourself.

"Is that right? Then I'll wait for your working performance later!" Carwyn finished speaking, turned his head, and did not look at Grainne. "Okay, you can go out."

"Is it true? Then I'll wait for your performance later!" Carwyn said that he turned around, never looking at Grainne, and said: "All right, you can come out."

 Grainne once again takes the document into Carwyn's office and, at this point, asks her to make him a cup of coffee.

 She stands in the bedroom, sees her coffeemaker ahead of her eyes, and suddenly the twinkling of her blurry eye is unclear. My legs came up dead, and my head was supposed to explode. What happened? Did she get ill? Hearing the whistle from the coffee machine, according to the Grainne reaction, he wants to go through the power supply, but then his eyes go awry, and then what happens next doesn't know.

 Carwyn is sitting in his office and suddenly hears "bruh… bruh" sounds from the break room and comes out to the door and sees her fall on the ground, and his face is suddenly turned white.

At this moment, Carwyn thought he had lost Grainne and ran to her, embraced her from the ground, and walked back to the elevator. His heart shakes, his mind becomes empty, but he fully understands he does not want you to happen to anything.

 When the doctor from the hospital concluded that she was too exhausted to take a breath, Carwyn finally fell asleep. But then, did he immediately raise an eyebrow, too tired? Why? He couldn't bear to remember she had so many things to do!

 Grainne only remembers that she must go to turn off the power of the coffee machine, followed by a blacking round before her eyes, and not remember everything.

 The body feels so tired. It's like jogging a mile. All the body aches, want to turn, but can't move. Still conscious, she found it extremely difficult.

 Not knowing how long the years went by, Grainne finally came to his senses.

 She opens her eyes and goes out to the top, first sees the bright white ceiling, then proceeds to see a room full of bleached white, finally admitting she's in hospital, but why? Why did you go to the hospital?

Well, you were looking out about this, and besides, this guy is lying, face down on the bed, and look, this is Carwyn. So this is why he's here. Grainne once more made a blink of an eye, who was before him and did not disappear, so it was told that this was the

 Really? "Keng!" is so quick and powerful that her eyes are black until she opens her eyes. Lastly realizes that she notices Carwyn sitting quietly watching her.

 I mean, she sat down so hard, she woke me up.

 Who can tell you? What happened? Why he's here.

 Did he take her to the hospital? Please take a good look around the room. There's no one else, so indeed, it's not wrong.

 "Excuse me, are you out of your naive mind? If it's done, will you answer my question?" Carwyn's voice is pure, but cold echoes in his ear.

 "What? What did you say?" Grainne didn't hear him a little bit.

 When Carwyn first saw Grainne recover, he would ask her if she was well or still struggling? Reserved, someone who wouldn't count him out, sitting on a deathbed trashed, innocent.