Female Novel
Chapter 58
He still looked unbelievably handsome, even if he was lying on the bed. He was in gray pajamas, and some of hisbuttons were undone so that she could see his cheekbones and chest. He was sexy and attractive. He's indeedhandsome; he looks good in any position.
Neera knocked on the door and only entered after hearing him say, "Come in."
She went to the bedside and asked calmly, "I heard that you're feeling unwell." novelbin
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her without moving his body. "Yes, I'm having a headache." He spoke ina low and nice voice.
She had strange feelings listening to his voice, and she stepped closer to him and said with doubt, "Give yourhand to me." He did as she said.
She was diagnosing his conditions, and she thought that he was strange. It seemed like he was normal, butsomething was off. Yet he only insisted that he had a headache. She pondered for a while and concluded that itwas caused by external factors. "Overall, your body seems fine. Maybe your headache is caused by the stress ofyour job? Severe stress is known to cause headaches. You should be fine after resting for a night." And shesuggested, "I don't think you should waste a session on just a headache; I'll just give you a massage."
"Okay." Jean agreed.
Neera was not shy; she casually leaned closer to him and smoothly massaged his head. She did not think thatanything was wrong with their distance, as she was focused on massaging him.
Jean was staring at her pretty face throughout the whole process. Suddenly, he pretended to ask casually, "Ms.Neera, you're skilled in Chinese medicine. What about Western medicine?" It seemed like he suddenly thought of
this question. He continued to test her by saying, "Usually the experts will not be flamboyant. Ms. Neera, are yousomeone like this? It seems like you're qualified to be at least a head of department in the hospital."
She glanced at him and answered calmly, "Thanks for thinking highly of me, but I'm not an expert in Westernmedicine. And I'm not really that talented. What's more, I liked to be free; I didn't like to be working boringly likeeveryone else. I have my own work to do too."
’"Oh," He was a little bit surprised, and he asked, as he was interested, "So, you're not only a doctor?"
She only realized that something was wrong with him. Why is he talking so much tonight? Isn't he having aheadache? Why does he have the mood to ask so many questions?
She paused, and she looked at him suspiciously. "Aren't you unwell? Why are you prying at me?"
Jean looked at her calmly, and he answered, "I'm just simply chatting."
Although he said so, she still felt weird. She was alerted to his behavior.