Chapter 266 You Have A Lot (1)

Tim ran out with all his might. The sudden fast movement had brought down a lot of efficacy.

He opened the door and saw the two people standing in front of the French window not far away from the corridor.

Richie stood straightly without any sign of serious injury. Cassie was talking with him beside him, but the man didn't cooperate at all. He just let her stand on her tiptoes and said hard.

Nothing had changed. There was nothing to worry about.

When Tim fainted and fell down on the floor, the first one who heard the sound was Cassie, who screamed, "Damn it!"

Didn't he sleep peacefully? She had prescribed enough dosage, but why did he wake up now since he could sleep till this evening?

Would the effect of the drug also change according to the physical condition?

Cassie kept silent for a while and then patted the man in the bed to wake him up.

Sitting on the edge of the sickbed, Consuela watched her as she countered, "Are you giving vent to your anger?"

"How come? I was trying to take out the ditch oil in his head." Cassie shook her head seriously and began to talk nonsense.

She didn't reduce the strength of her hand, and the strength was growing. She patted Tim hard to wake him up. But when he woke up, he looked like a pure kind man.

"Since he has woken up, it should be nothing to do with me. You continue your conversation. I need to check other wards." Cassie shook the white gown. After she said politely, she waved her hand and left.

A smile cracked Consuela's lips. She looked at the man in the bed with sympathy, and found that the man sitting on the bed had a red face.

At this moment, Tim gradually came back to his senses. He looked at Richie who was standing not far away and said uncertainly, "Boss, didn't you have a car accident?"

How could he look better than him, the sick man?

Richie raised his hand, peeled an orange and put it into Consuela's mouth. After watching her eat, he replied, "The steering wheel was shot in time. There's nothin

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

im?"

"It depends on what he did."

She seemed to know what was in his mind, so she smiled more happily.

"You can't hold on any longer, right? Go to sleep, first."

Outside the ward, the man on the other side of the phone was hesitant to open the door. Cassie was standing beside him, trying to smile, but it was worse than crying.

Suddenly, Richie stepped backward and asked the woman behind him, "have you ever thought of giving up?"

Cassie raised her hand and wiped her dry eyes. Her voice was a little hoarse, "I've thought about it many times."

However, she couldn't restrain her fast heartbeats at the moment she met him.

There was nothing sadder than forgetting him.

"If you're living in memories and give up what you've owned now, then will you regret?" Richie asked with a slight voice when he looked up at the hustle and bustle outside the window.

"If what you want to hear is my memory, then I can tell you clearly that I won't regret, and there will be no regret."

Because Tim in the past didn't avoid her as much as it was now. But now, she felt frustrated as if she were some kind of monster to him.

"But if your question is that I'm standing in your shoes and thinking about it, then I'll definitely regret it." She sniffed, "Because what you have now is much more than what you had in the past."