My Disabled CEO Stood up And Kissed Me (Natalie)

Chapter 48 How did You Skin Your Mouth

Chapter 48 How did You Skin Your Mouth

Those who were clever often got ruined because they thought themselves wise.

"Sorry, I will never be curious."

Although Natalie was penitent, it was of no use.

What she was doing would make herself plunge into the abyss.

And that was beyond her control.

No.

She was done for!

As she thought about it, she immediately turned on the shower and poured cold water on herself.

Now she only found that her hands and legs felt like jelly and that she was rather weak.

She couldn't even pick herself up.

She only wanted to soak in the cold water for a long time.

...

Kendrick got off the plane at 5 o'clock.

In fact, there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the company.

However, as Nigel asked him, he just said he would go straight home.

Now Wonder Villa was a place where he prefers to stay.

It was no longer oppressive or cold, and it showed some warmth instead.

While in the car, he saw a message on his phone.

A smile slightly twitched his lips.

He finally found a sticker in the chat box and sent it to Natalie.

But she just didn't give her reply.

He closed his eyes slightly!

As he got home at 7 o'clock, he didn't see her.

What a little liar.

She promised to wait for him to come back. But so far, he just hadn't caught sight of her at all.

"Is she in the room?" asked Kendrick.

"Mrs. Ramsey is taking a bath." Ashlynn looked up and said, "I knocked on her door half an hour ago

and there was no answer. But I heard the sound of water, so I guess Mrs. Ramsey must be having a

bath!"

Kendrick wiped his hands with alcohol swabs to sterilize them and said, "Then prepare the dinner

please. I'll wait for her."

It took time for a woman to take a bath.

He knew it.

Last time when they were in the Ramsey family, she spent at least an hour having a bath.

And then she would apply various moisturizers.

She might put on a facial mask.

He was afraid it would take another 20 minutes.

But what else could he do? He could just wait for her.

Kendrick was so patient that he kept waiting until the clock struck 8.

But Natalie had not come downstairs yet.

"Shall I go up and have a look?" said Ashlynn.

"I'll go!" answered Kendrick.

He kept his hand on the wheelchair and took the elevator to the second floor. He knocked on the door,

but no one answered.

He pursed his lips and opened the door,

The sound of water in the bathroom also stopped.

"Have you done it yet?" asked Kendrick.

But he heard no reply.

It was completely silent inside.

Could she fall asleep!

He came to the bathroom and knocked on the door, "Natalie?"

No one answered.

He knocked again.

"Oh... Yes!" Her vague voice came from inside.

After a while, the door was open.

Natalie came out swathed in a towel.

He looked up and saw her rosy face as if she had worn some rouge.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head. As she wanted to say that she was all right, she found she was tongue-tied.

She wanted to smile, only to find that her facial muscles became a bit stiff.

As she had soaked in cold water for a long time, she felt at last that it was not that hot.

But she was still weak.

When she heard his call outside, she nearly levered herself up from the bathtub.

"Get changed then. We'll go downstairs and have dinner." He turned his eyes away.

She didn't swath herself rather tightly. It seemed that the towel could fall at any time.

Her pretty face looked like a red cherry in midsummer.

Her eyes were as clear as water, slightly drooped at the corners.

Her straight and fair legs just hove into his view.

It was the purity of a young girl.

But there were some desires.

Although he had seen something that he shouldn't have seen before, he still felt a little uneasy.

"All right!" She nodded numbly and stiffly, but she remained still.

He frowned, "Then why are you still standing here?"

"Nothing..." She felt that the cat got her tongue, "I'm so dizzy."

"Have you got a fever?"

"I haven't!" She stiffened up from her expression to movement, losing her former supple body and lively

state.

She tried to splay apart her legs and walk forward.

But she was so dizzy that she had no idea where to go.

Finding that there was something wrong with her, he grabbed her wrist when she was stepping forward

and said, "This way!"

She was totally disoriented. As she was unsteady on her feet, she almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he had put his arm round her waist and thus supported her.

Natalie lost control of her limbs. At that moment, her knees buckled and she just fell into his arms.

Kendrick frowned.

"Do you feel unwell?"

She nodded.

Some restless factors were flowing through her blood.

"You're back?" Now she was in a state of tabula rasa. She only found that the dim figure before her

was Kendrick.

"I am. I have been waiting for you for an hour." He didn't mean to blame her, but he was more like a

man who became angry with his lover.

She got a blank look.

Her eyes were fixed on his delicate collarbone in his unbuttoned shirt.

His collarbone was like a fine jade with a cool luster.

A moment or two later, his pupils shrunk suddenly.

How dared she?

He felt a sharp pain in his collarbone.

Immediately he tensed his handsome, deep and lined face, showing great suppression.

Rather complicated emotions were intertwined and shown in his face.

His eyes were as dark as ink, and couldn't even reflect the moonlight.

But Natalie let go quickly. She looked up and met his gaze face to face.

He turned his face away and said, "Just go to the bed and have some rest if you're not feeling well."

What was he talking about?

She couldn't hear clearly.

Well.

It was a bit noisy.

Natalie wanted to stretch out her hand and simmer him down.

But she was so weak that she couldn't even lift her hands up.

And he was going to move on.

He felt a pain in his lips.

The last thing he saw was her close-range face.

...

It was at dawn when Natalie woke up.

She was wearing a clean nightgown.

She had a little headache.

She checked the time.

It was 11 o'clock, already noon the next day.

She was thinking about what happened yesterday.

Nora wanted to meet her and try to frame her in dirty ways.

But she was rather calm in the face of danger, and instead she struck down Nora beautifully and

perfectly.

Those babes in the woods, who were easily drugged by vicious supporting actresses or stepmothers,

should learn from her to make preparations in advance and should not burn their bridges.

They should ensure their safety.

And then?

And then she looked for trouble.

Curiously, she dropped the drugs on the back of her hand.

And?

She reacted.

She desperately poured cold water on herself in order to keep herself in control.

Finally?

She had no recollection.

"Awake?"

His sudden voice interrupted her recollection. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Well?

Instantly she turned around and suddenly met his gaze.

He was at her bedside. He wore a short white T-shirt with a crew neck. With the bangs falling across

his forehead, he looked rather relaxed and casual at home.

He was gentle and calm.

Certainly it was just the appearance.

Oh god?

Why was Kendrick in her room?

"You..." said she.

"Don't be surprised. I'm just here to wait for you to wake up!" said he.

Why did it sound like he wanted to get even with her?

And his look was unpredictable.

She rotated her big eyes. In a trance she got a glimpse of a wound on his lips and asked, "How did you

skin your mouth?"

The wound was quite serious. She could see the blood crust.

"Aren't you acclimated on the business trip?" She asked again, giving her advice sincerely, "It must lack

some moisture. You'd better put on some lip balm! I will prepare fruits for you later. I'm sure the wound

will soon heal up if you have mild dishes these days."

Hearing that, Kendrick was speechless.

It just happened last night. She couldn't completely forget what she had done, could she?

Or was she just playing dumb?

He squinted slightly, showing some suspicion in his dark eyes.

She touched her head as she looked at him. Was something wrong?

"Did you bite yourself accidentally?" She asked him again.

He remained speechless.

For a moment, he recalled the soft touch on his lips.

And soon he felt the sharp pain.

He got complex emotions in his looks and his eyes became so deep that no light could be reflected. He

pursed his lips, "Last night, you bit me!"