Chapter 627 Good Learner


    She got up five times and walked gently into the bedroom to see if he was fine.


    She wanted to see if he was lying on his side if he had pressed the wound and if he had covered the


    quilt well and if he felt pain and couldn''t sleep.


    But every time she went in, with the moonlight outside the window, she saw Finnley lying quietly.


    Mya also noticed that the neat freak didn''t mind the quilt she had used.


    She was both surprised and moved.


    Shey back on the sofa and covered herself with his quilt. Smelling the faint smell of his body, she


    also fell asleep.


    Early in the morning, the sun rose from the clouds and shone brightly again.


    When Finnley opened the door of the bedroom, he saw Mya standing in front of him. He was slightly


    stunned. The two of them looked at each other, and time seemed to have stopped.


    "Thank you for helping mest night." The girl bowed to him and thanked him seriously.


    Finnley didn''t say anything. Maybe he was still in a daze. Did she stand there the whole night?


    "Don''t you really need to ask for a day off?" She was still worried.


    The man looked away and said gently, "no need."


    "I have cooked the noodles for you." She made a gesture of wee and said like a maid, "please


    have a taste!"


    Noodles again?


    Finnley followed her to the dining chair and sat down. Soon, she came out of the kitchen with the


    noodles, which looked much better than the noodles she had cookedst night.


    "I put oil, salt, and sparerib soup in it." She was very careful today as if this was her full-time job to take


    care of an injured person.


    Finnley was relieved, with tenderness in his deep eyes. "Well, not bad. You are a good learner." It


    seemed that she had really tried her best.


    Finnley ate the noodles, which made Mya very happy.


    After breakfast, she helped him disinfect the wound on his back, apply medicine again, and change a


    new big band-aid. She asked him, "does it still hurt?"


    "It doesn''t hurt." Finnley said in a rxed tone, "the anti-inmmatory drugs can relieve pain. Besides,


    I''m a man, and men always bear the pain."


    Looking at the longer wound, Mya still felt sorry. What if it hit her head? She really didn''t dare to think


    about it.


    The two went downstairs to thepany.


    "Can you drive?" Finnley asked.


    Mya shook her head, "I don''t even have a driver''s license."


    He opened the door of the passenger seat for her and said, "get in the car."


    Mya thought it would not be a problem for him to drive since he had driven backst night.


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    So she got in the car at ease, and Finnley also got in the driver''s seat.


    This morning, the R-n group held a senior executives'' meeting at eight o''clock on time.


    Catherine exined her idea to make a set of four pieces for the True Love series. Then she would


    take the designers out to find inspirations, so that they could freely perform and design the most


    satisfactory works, and then make a limited edition.


    The mode was exactly the same as that of the Marsh Group.


    Leslie agreed with him.


    The executives had no objection. After all, it wouldn''t be a wrong decision to follow the Marsh Group.


    In the vice president''s office, Ingrid, who was sleepless all night, came in. She hid behind the bookshelf


    and waited for Catherine.


    There were some things she needed to make clear to this woman. She had to give this woman a


    warning. It would be best if Catherine took the initiative to resign!


    On the way here, Ingrid had arranged the meeting in her mind more than ten times.


    She had already figured out Catherine''s character ording to the information she had. She also


    googled what kind of method she should use to deal with such a woman.


    She just needed to wait for Catherine.