Chapter 36


    36 Caring for his sick wife


    From morning till afternoon Jeslyn didn’t go downstairs to eat nor did she open her door to the maids


    that had been knocking.


    Now it’s evening and she’s still inside and a maid is standing outside her door, banging and ringing the


    doorbell with urgency.


    How many hours has it been that the guest she was warned to care for by the butler hasn’t eaten? She


    loves her job and doesn’t want to be fired.


    Being under master Maverick means an automatic protective shield in this hell of a country, so the


    young maid was frightened by the thousands of bad thoughts running through her mind.


    “Ring, ring, ring!”


    “Knock, knock, knock!”


    “Bang, bang, bang!”


    “Ma’am, please open the door!”


    There’s a spare key with the butler however the man couldn’t be found in therge mansion. “Step


    back.”


    The maid turned with a start at the cold voice. She hurriedly stepped out of the way and bowed her


    head to avoid looking at those cold eyes owned by the demonic man she was working for. When will


    this master learn to make a sound while walking? Every time, he walks around like he wasn’t stepping


    on the ground.


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    While the maid was thinking that, Maverick brought out a key card and slid it through the reader, and


    waited for it to beep green before he turned the knob and opened the door. “You may leave.” He said to


    the maid who still had her head down before going into the room and shutting the door.


    Maverick walked to therge bed and saw the girl curled up in her sleep with messy hair and a red


    nose. Her gorgeous face looked pale with sweat forming on her forehead.


    He lowered his height and stretched his hand to touch her forehead. Maverick knitted his brows after


    feeling her burning forehead and stood upright. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.


    “Come to the house… now.”


    Maverick put his phone away and nced around the room for a brief moment before he headed to the


    bathroom.


    The overly gorgeous-looking man with an incredible figure came out a few secondster with a bowl


    and a white towel. He sat down beside Jeslyn and turned her from the fetal position to face up.


    The pale-looking Jeslyn didn’t stir in her sleep for a second.


    Maverick ced the towel in the bowl of water, squeezed the water out, and cleaned her face with it.


    The cold-looking man repeated the process a few times before folding the towel and cing it on her


    forehead.


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    He raised his hand and nced at his inconspicuous ck watch before he stood up and returned the


    bowl to the bathroom.


    Maverick came back to sit beside the sleeping woman and nced at her face one more time before


    he looked away with no changes to his facial expression.


    He rested his head on the headboard with one long leg ced on the bed and the other left on the


    fluffy rug.


    With eyes closed and expression unreadable, he stepped into the world of unknown thoughts.


    A long time passed and the beeping sound of his phone ringing made him open his eyes.


    Maverick’s bloodshed eyes shed in the direction of the phone and the murderous look in his eyes


    dissipated a little. When he closed and opened his eyes again, only the redness could be seen and his


    face had returned to its normal emotionless state.


    He stretched his hand to the top of the drawer to take his phone while looking at Jeslyn who didn’t stir


    from the ringtone of the phone.


    Answering the call, Maverick listened to what the other party was saying without uttering a word before


    he took the phone off his ears and ced it back on the top of the drawer.


    Soon, the door dinged and a maid pushed it open. She bowed to the man sitting on the bed before


    stepping aside for the doctor toe in.


    The doctor, a young man that was no older than Maverick, with his hair dyed white, walked into the


    room, holding a ck suitcase. 7


    He ced the suitcase on the bed and started to open it while saying: “I thought you called me for your


    son. Who is she?”


    Maverick ignored him and closed his eyes with his head resting on the board again.


    “I knew you wouldn’t answer that. Rex left a message in the group saying someone got married. With


    thisdy here, I think the answer is obvious.”


    Maverick didn’t say a word and the doctor sighed. “I told you to sleep a lot but I know listen. Your eyes


    are red and your face-”


    you never


    “Stop talking and do your job,” Maverick said in a passive voice like the person he was talking to meant


    so little to him.


    “If only I can. As your doctor, I think you should listen to me once in a while. Take a few days to rest.


    Your health is just as important as your son’s. You can always run the-”


    “Matt, don’t push it.” Maverick’s voice came again like nothing, making doctor Matt sigh and shake his


    head.


    He focused his attention on the woman lying on the bed and checked her temperature before injecting


    her.


    “She has a high fever but that’s not all. I’ll take her blood sample to theb. Am I permitted?”


    “Hmm.”


    “Good.” Doctor Matt drew Jeslyn’s blood in a syringe before he kept away his materials and threw a pill


    bottle beside Maverick. “That’s all I can help you with. I’ll see you tomorrow morning with the


    result of her condition.”


    Maverick didn’t open his eyes nor said a goodbye word until he heard the clicking sound of the door.


    He slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the green bottle lying beside him. He picked it up and


    nced at it. He made a throwing gesture, but before he could throw it into the bin standing quietly by


    the side of the door, he nced at the sleeping Jeslyn, looked at the bottle in his hand


    before he got up. took his phone, and walked out.