บททั้งหมดของ Mr. CEO, Marry Me On Conditions [The CEO's Replaced Bride]: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

ChristianI take Ivanna's head on my chest, spooning her in my arms. Silent and helpless, I stare at her, nuzzling her cheek and holding her wrist. "Baby," I whisper, looking down at her burnt hand. It's swollen and red. I can't bear a single scratch on her and now this— "Drive faster," I yell."Yes, master," the butler shivers.The distance to the hospital doesn't seem to end. I can see her face turning pale with each passing second, making my heart twist. She squirms in my arms as her lips shiver."Ch— Chris," she murmurs. Her eyes are still closed."Yes. Yes, baby," I grip her cheek. "What's happening? Tell me"She can barely talk and open her eyes. Only her lips move and she mumbles. "Say something, dammit. Speak to me," I clench her cheek. "It— ache— aches," she whines. "Where? Where's aching? Tel

Ivanna"Why are you still here, Chris?" My voice can be heard better than last night, even though I have just woken up. The first thing I saw after opening my eyes was Christian sleeping next to me, bending on the bed. He must have gotten a backache and he's not telling me. I know!I know from the way he's moving now. Sometimes I wonder how I know him so freaking well. Even his body language, his movements, the way he speaks and looks at me. "What?" He rolls his eyes, pouring a glass of water as the nurse checks my pulse. He drinks three glasses of water just now. It's still not enough for him; a jug in a hospital room. He drinks more than seven to eight jugs of water per day!"It's ten and you're still here""Where do you want me to go?""Office or home," I shrug. I can see the symptoms of lack of sleep in his ruddy eyes. He

EmilyMy voice slips down to my throat as I discover Kane on the door, his deep eyebrows twitching into a frown. "Ah! I should have known that's you, Miss Benson," he scoffs, getting inside. I roll my eyes at him, grimacing. "What do you mean?" I snap and immediately lower my voice. Why do I always forget he's my damn boss? He says nothing and presses his lips while laughing silently. Is he literally laughing at me?I fum in anger and glare at him. Properly. He's not in formal wear today but in a tracksuit, the sleeves of his jacket are folded, sweat scattered all over his sharp look as if he was hustling for hours. And that dammnngod smile. I just wanna kill this man for being so smoking hot. I close my eyes tightly, wave my hand in the air and land it across my face. Slap!You deserve that freaking slap, you bitch.

ChristianIvanna was discharged from the hospital in the afternoon. I brought her back to the villa right away since her lying on the hospital bed was sickening me. I can watch her sleeping and lying on our bed for days or weeks but not in the hospital definitely. There's a small medico set-up in the room because she needs to be under observation for a couple of days. The doctor wanted her to stay over there but I asked him to keep her under observation in the villa itself. They also provided a nurse for her routine check-up. "For how long are you gonna stare at these flowers?" I chuckle, walking towards the bed after the nurse leaves the room. I have been watching her staring at the red roses from the moment she's shifted in the room.She smiles at them lovingly and drifts her eyes at me. "Shouldn't I? These are so pretty and they remind me of the days I spent with you," she whispers. 

Ivanna"Good morning, love. Had to rush for some work. I know I should be there with you but it's urgent. Take care"The note is stuck with a purple rose. I wonder how he manages to do different things every single time to make me smile. "Do you need some help to use the washroom?" Mrs Fisher asks. "No. I think I can walk properly now," I smile at her.However, Mrs Fisher helps me to reach the washroom. I can say Christian has properly prepared everyone before leaving. I'm glad he left instead of hanging his work for me. I stand under the shower while rinsing my body thoroughly with a bunch of roaming thoughts in my head. Finally, I have made up my mind to tell Christian about Adrian and after that, I haven't gotten a single moment to talk about it. The growing concern of Adrian towards me has been disturbing me from the moment when Emily told me she saw Adrian in the hospital. Why was he there? What if Christian saw him and doubted something and