CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

Chapter 120

Bryan’s fingers froze. He glanced at her nervous little face.

If he said that work was more important, would this woman stab him with a needle?

Bryan made a wise choice. He closed the laptop, put it on the bedside table then stretched his arm toward her.

Finley checked his pulse and blood pressure.

About five minutes later, Finley came to a conclusion. “Your pulse is thin and weak, and your limbs are cold. It seems you have eaten something wrong. Open your mouth, I want to have a look.”

“No need. Prescribe me some medicine.” Bryan didn’t want to open his mouth.

“Open your mouth. I need to check the coating on your tongue.”

Finley ordered in a cold voice. Her aura was not the least bit inferior to Bryan’s.

In this place, Finley was the only one who had the guts to yell at Bryan Turner.

To her surprise, Bryan opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to cooperate with her examination.

“The coating of your tongue is thin and white, and you are sweating profusely.” Finley ranted some professional words that no one understood. Then, she leaned forward, asking, “Take off your

if your belly

He directly pulled off his shirt, revealing his sexy eight-pack abdominal

abdominal muscles, gulping her saliva.

body was

you weren’t fine. What’s going on?” Tessa rushed in and walked

her hand on

Tessa pointed at Finley, scolding. Finley did not pay attention to her at all. Instead, she pressed on the left side of his stomach and asked him, “Is

nodded with a sullen

patients, she was really serious and meticulous. She was totally different from her

hour, what did you eat?” Finley took out a

symptoms.

made for him.” Tessa intervened, didn’t give Bryan the

himself didn’t intend to tell her what he had

himself. Before he ate it,

cuisine.

to blame someone, he should

was

definitely throw the ugly and disgusting peach cookies she made into the trash can.

so silly as to directly give them

that he

she had done that caused the