Chapter 5 I'm Sick

Zenobia felt her chest skip a beat, and the sense of danger became more pressing. She said calmly and seriously, "Just now, I touched your pulse. You have a toxin in your body, which is brought from your mother. If you don't find a way to eliminate it soon, your lower body will be paralyzed and your muscles will fail. No matter how much fitness you do now, it will be useless."

Suddenly, the man's eyes darkened, as if he was looking at a dead person, and every word seemed to flow out from his Adam's apple: "Who allowed you to check?"

"I want to help you."

Ferdinand smiled and said, "Helping me, what good will it do you?"

Zenobia's clear eyes were full of sincerity as she replied, "To be honest, if I can't stay here, my mother will send me back to the hospital. Helping you is like helping myself. In a way, I'm taking advantage of you."

Haha, this is the first time a young girl dares to say she wants to use him.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you know what happened to the last person who spoke to me like this?"

Zenobia frowned, feeling that she had inadvertently crossed his line.

But what has been said cannot be taken back.

Ferdinand looked at her for a long time, his eyes changing unpredictably. Suddenly, his slender fingers fell on her collarbone. His palm was very rough, and the touch made her unconsciously tense up.

"Do you know what a wedding for good fortune means?" As he spoke, his hand fell on the zipper at her waist and rubbed it gently a few times.

The scorching temperature and ambiguous atmosphere almost made her breathless.

What does he mean?

Could it be that he agreed to let her stay and go straight into the bridal chamber???

He seemed impatient, looked directly into her eyes, and opened his lips: "Do you want to do it yourself, or should I help you?"

wipe!

She would never do it this way!

In a flash, Zenobia came up with an idea. She put her hands softly on the man's neck, her beautiful fox eyes slightly hooked, and her voice was soft: "Why bother the second young master to do it? Of course, I will do it myself."

Ferdinand held her waist and turned her over, switching their positions so that Zenobia was lying on his chest.

He looked at her without blinking, as if waiting for her to take the next step.

Zenobia was stunned. How come this was completely different from the plot of the domineering president?

Isn??t it said that nine out of ten bosses are mysophobic?

Judging from his attitude towards her just now, he should have been very disgusted and pushed her away and warned her at this moment!

Ferdinand's patience was wearing thin. "Why, you don't want to do it yourself?"

Zenobia: "..."

She reached out to unbutton his shirt, and despite her efforts, the slight trembling of her fingertips revealed her nervousness.

After unbuttoning the two buttons, the man's sexy collarbone and well-defined chest were exposed to her sight.

Just as she was thinking about how to get away, Ferdinand's breathing became rapid.

His originally pale face suddenly turned even paler, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his deep eyes gradually became blurred and distracted.

Zenobia was shocked. These symptoms seemed like an illness!

She quickly got off him: "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Ferdinand pressed his temples, as if trying to control something, and pointed at the door: "Get out!"

Zenobia shook her head. She had to find a way to stay in the first place, and now she couldn't leave.

She grabbed his hand tightly, her voice was very strong and a little soft: "Ferdinand, don't move now, take a deep breath."

At the same time, the door was pushed open, and Vanessa Anderson walked in. She walked to Ferdinand and subconsciously stretched out her hand to comfort him, but put it down in mid-air and asked worriedly, "Ferdinand, how are you?"

Ferdinand's eyes were very gloomy, and he just looked at her indifferently when he heard the voice.

Zenobia saw that his face was getting worse and worse, and there was no time to delay, so she held his hand and pinched his fingertips hard.

Vanessa looked at her and kindly advised: "Miss Lopez Family, you'd better not touch him. Ferdinand resists women's touch. Basically, he will explode if touched, no matter when."

The next moment, Ferdinand held Zenobia's hand, interlocking their fingers, with their fingertips slightly white.