Chapter 222
Holding hands on her cheek, Doris was still imagining how good it would feel to be pampered by
Eve: "If I could marry Patrick, I''d be so happy!"
Amelia felt pity for her.
In the evening, in the president''s office.
Patrick picked up his suit jacket and walked out of the office, heading home. But he got an
impromptu call from Cynthia''s caregiver saying that Cynthia has been thinking about seeing him
since she woke up.
He had no choice but to change his schedule temporarily.
On the other side, Cynthia stared at the phone in the caregiver''s hand and mentally asked, "How''s it
going? Is heing?"
The caregiver smiled, "As soon as Mr. Hopper heard you were awake, he promised toe right
over."
"Great!" Cynthia put away the nervousness and was ready to get up from the bed.
The caregiver said nervously. "What do you want? I''ll help you."
Cynthia smiled very brightly. "Well, you go to the bathroom and bring me my foundation. Look at my
pale face, Patrick must be worried again when he sees it."
The caregiver nodded to get it and wondered, how did Cynthia be so active today when she
couldn''t even get out of bed yesterday with a stomach ache?
Could it be because Patrick had promised to visit her?
After handing the foundation to Cynthia, the caregiver was assigned to Cynthia to do something
else, "Go and help me find a book."
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"Book?" The caregiver was puzzled. "It takes a lot of concentration to read. You''re not well yet, I
think you need rest even more."
As Cynthia applied her foundation, not sparing every rough pore, she said, "Come on, I''m dying of
boredom in the hospital every day, so just find me a book to read to pass the time."
"Alright." The nurse said awkwardly, "Then I''ll go ask those doctors and nurses if they have any
books for you to read."
"Thank you!" Cynthia was satisfied with that, and when the caregiver left the house, she casually
turned on the TV, her eyes, which had beencking energy, immediately became animated as she
saw what was on.
Then she got a gossip that an intimate photo of a Roxxon employee and big star Shawn!
At this moment, Cynthia really felt that she was blessed!
Regardless of how Amelia got involved with a celebrity, there''s no way The Hopper Family didn''t
know about it just because it was big news!
She reckoned Eve, who had the most regard for the family''s honor, had by now scolded Amelia to
death!
And with the "bullying" that happened to her yesterday, Patrick''s dislike of Amelia was sure to
increase!
When Cynthia secretly pleased with herself, the caregiver returned and brought arge number of
professional books, what she brought are almost all about medical diagnosis, Cynthia said
helplessly and agonizingly, "Why you got these books for me? There''s no one I can read."
The caregiver flipped the pile of books up and down, "Miss Poetry, don''t worry, let''s find out if there
are any other types," after a pause, the caregiver cherished a book and sent it to her, "How about
it?"
Cynthia gazed at it, it was a world-famous book, "Fine, I''ll read it. You go outside and guard it now.
As soon as you see Patrick in the hallway, you have to report it to me right away. Do you
understand?"
The guard took the initiative and said, "I see."
After the caregiver left the ward, Cynthia immediately threw away the books in her hand and
continued to watch TV.
A sound of footsteps.
The rushing sound of running indicated that someone wasing. Cynthia lifted her eyes and saw
that it was indeed the caregiver who wasing in.
She ran out of breath and said, "Cynthia, he... he''s here!"
Cynthia cheered up, turned off the TV, and adjust her position with the world- famous book that was
falling off the bed. Her eyes were slightly downcast and she looked serene.
Patrick entered the ward from the corridor, saw a different side of Cynthia than usual, and smiled
happily. Because Cynthia would be going abroad for further studies in a little while, and it was good
to be willing to read a book for her now.
Cynthia probably didn''t expect that in Patrick''s view, the elegant image she deliberately created was
actually so normal that she didn''t get the effect she wanted at all.
The caregiver then softly warned, "Cynthia! Mr. Hopper is here to visit you."
Cynthia reacted as if she had just realized he wasing, lifted her frightened eyes and whispered,
"Patrick, when did you get here?"
"Just now." Patrick put down his briefcase and suit jacket, his hand bandaged with gauze was
raised and then put down, which was a little unnatural. "What are you reading?"
Cynthia disyed the famous book in passing as if she was used to it, "Nothing, just a casual read."
Her insides were expecting Patrick topliment her on being studious, but she heard, "Oh, it''s this
one, my middle school reading. It''s easy to understand."
Cynthia''s expectations gone, middle school reads? She was trying to show that she was
knowledgeable, but now it seems that she''spletely misrepresented.
She angrily closed the book and then forcefully threw it to the bedside table beside her. She didn''t
want to see it anymore.
Seeing that Patrick was still standing there, Cynthia grumbled to the caregiver. "Hey, why did you
stand there? Take a chair for Patrick!"
The caregiver hurriedly moved a chair for Patrick, "Mr. Hopper, please have a seat."
When Patrick sat down, Cynthia impatiently instructed the caregiver, "Okay, you can leave now!"
This caregiver was so insensitive, picking out the books for her that weren''t good at all, causing her
to be despised for her intelligence by Patrick, so Cynthia didn''t want to see her for a second!
After the caregiver was inexplicably called away, Patrick subconsciously observed Cynthia''s face
and frowned, "Are you wearing makeup?"
"What?" Cynthia was even more surprised than Patrick. "I didn''t. Why do you ask that?"
Patrick was silent. Cynthia''s skin was slightly roughpared to the average girl''s. In addition, her
body was not good now and she wasck of nursing. After the cheap foundation was dried, some
small particles floated up. He could tell that she had made up at first nce.
Cynthia looked a little guilty by Patrick and said petntly, "Well, I did wear makeup, but only ayer
of foundation. You know, I usually look like I''m dying and ugly when I see you, I''m back in shape
now, so I made up to refresh my impression to you."
Patrick nodded with less concern, "Looks like you''re recovering well."
"Yes." Cynthia said softly.
Patrick changed the topic and asked, "Does your stomach still hurt?"
The smile on Cynthia''s face froze, she felt that his words seemed to have a different meaning, but
she still said calmly, "It doesn''t hurt anymore. Thank you for your concern."