Chapter 89
Chapter 89 Can’t Be Cured
“Are you going to look for the chairman?”
Emily, dressed in a professional suit, saw that Amelia was waiting for the elevator and did note in,
so she asked in confusion.
Amelia came to her senses and quickly shook her head. “I’m sorry, I forgot to take something. You can
go upstairs first.”
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After that, she turned around and left, not even daring to look at
the two of them.
Watching her run away, Emily couldn’t help but turn to look at James who was standing by her side and
say, “This assistant is really strange. We’re not ferocious beasts. Howe she’s so scared that she
won’t even take the elevator?”
James didn’t reply. His indifferent eyes showed no emotion as if he was uninterested in anything
around him.
Emily reached out her slender hand, took his arm, and said softly, “James, thank you for taking me to
the emergency room that night. I have been abroad for the past few years and am not used to the food
there. I have suffered from gastritis, and it always res up. I really appreciate your help.”
During the visit to the Evans family with her father that day, they talked about the engagement, and she
drank a few more
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sses of wine in excitement. However, she didn’t expect it would stimte her stomach. Fortunately,
James couldn’t refuse her in front of everyone and sent her to the emergency
room.
She had always wanted to find an opportunity to thank him, but every time she went to the Evans
Group to look for him, her assistant would say that he was not there. If it weren’t for her father’s
business today and inviting him over, she probably wouldn’t have had an opportunity to thank him.
James lowered his gaze to look at the hand wrapped around his arm and said coldly, “My clothes are
wrinkled.”
Emily quickly let go of her hand and lowered her head in disappointment. “Haven’t you been cured of
your mysophobia
yet?”
James wiped his clothes with a handkerchief and said tly, “It can’t be cured.”
Emily choked on her words.