Vol 3 Chapter 2465: I'm afraid it's unacceptable

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"Then you have to come here too," Gritt looked at him angrily: "I will pay you back in the first second, and turn my face ruthless in the next second. She won't be suspicious?"
Oh, too. +++Mobile reading visit m.EbookFREE.me I don't know whether it is because of the recent physical pain or the fact that he was on Anola. Anyway, Roger's IQ has plummeted.
In short, being persuaded by Gritt, Roger returned to the palace slowly.
Thinking of Annola in his heart, he came to the bedroom without knowing it. Roger came back to his senses and looked forward, slightly startled.
Anora was standing under the eaves, looking at him silently. She was dressed in thin clothes, letting the night breeze move her skirt, and she didn't know how long she had been standing here, her face turned pale.
Roger didn’t care about anything else, and immediately stepped forward, holding her hand and taking a look, only to feel as cold as ice cubes, he hurriedly pulled her into the sleeping hall, and couldn’t help but reprimanded: "Nora, it’s more nighttime Feng, what are you doing standing outside? What if you catch a cold?"
"It's just right to catch a cold, so you don't need to avoid me." Anora whispered, and there was a faint smell of alcohol while breathing.
Roger was stunned, only to feel the pain in his heart. After a long while, he muttered, "Did you drink?"
"Yeah," Annola nodded, raised her hand to cling to his shoulder, hanging on him like a koala: "Just drank a little."
"I'm going to order someone to cook some hangover soup for you." Roger said, he was about to drag her off his body, but Annola hugged him tightly, her eyes were slightly blurred, staring at him again and again. , And then suddenly raised his head, blocking his lips.
Roger was taken aback, he was still sane at first, thinking about pushing her away and not hurting her anymore, but when her soft and soft tongue pierced into his mouth and chased him, how could he restrain him? Staying, immediately turned to the guest, and overwhelmed her on the bed.
The thoughts that had been suppressed for many days rushed out like a flood, and the two were entangled to death. They had never been so fierce, and almost shook the bed of acquaintance.
In the end, Annola fell into a deep and contented sleep, Roger looked at her face greedily, and slowly stretched out his right hand, gently brushing her face.
Anora seemed to be aware, turned over, found a comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep again.
Roger bent his eyebrows and was about to smile. He suddenly felt his nose hot, and something seemed to fall down. When he was startled, he saw a drop of blood on the white face of the woman in his arms.
He was shocked, hurriedly pulled a tissue to cover his nose, carefully wiped off the marks on Anola's face, and ran to the bathroom immediately.
In just a few short steps, the tissue in his hand was completely stained with blood.
Roger knew that he was not good, and hurriedly threw the tissue into the trash can. Seeing that the blood couldn't stop at all, he dialed Greet's phone by the sound of water.
"Hey," after a while, Gretel picked it up, with a very dissatisfied tone: "Roger, what did you do in the middle of the night?"
"I have a nosebleed, a lot," Roger gasped, and said dumbly, "Help me arrange treatment."
Grett immediately became sober: "I'll be here right away."
Roger took out a large handful of tissues, rolled them into two balls, blocked his nose hard, and then quickly changed his clothes.
Back in the room, seeing Annola still asleep without knowing anything, Roger's eyes were both reluctant and painful, but his nose was still hot and uncomfortable. He didn't dare to delay any more, and turned away resolutely.
However, he did not forget to order the palace man to take care of the bathroom quietly, so as not to let Anora discover the abnormality.
"Roger," Gritt ran over in strides, his face changed a lot when he saw the blood-stained paper ball on his nose: "The hospital has been arranged, we will go over immediately."
Roger didn't say much, but nodded tiredly.
He shouldn’t have done this to Nora tonight. He had already made a decision to push her away, but his restraint on her was almost zero.
They can't be separated anymore.
When he arrived at the hospital, the dean of the last time was still waiting. After a good examination, he shook his head, and finally only sighed: "Young man, if you are not in good health, don't be foolish."
Gritt was confused, but Roger felt a bit angry when he realized it. Now, can he even...can't do it?
"Your body is already weak, but if you toss like this, you should be hospitalized for a few days." The dean said.
Where can the hospital have a comfortable home? Gritt suddenly became dissatisfied: "Which hospital do you live in? You call me a doctor!"
"Yes," the boss said, and the dean said nothing: "Please bring all the equipment you need."
Gritt got angry, and was about to yell back, Roger said first: "Okay, I'm in the hospital."
"Ah? No, what's wrong with you, what are you going to do in the hospital?" Gritt looked surprised. He had understood the doctor's suggestion, and immediately looked at him with a look of how you are so scumbag: "I'm telling you, Recently, there was a saying on the Internet that it’s cool to abuse your wife, chase your wife in the crematorium...Don’t go crazy, and the ward of this hospital is small and shabby, and you are not used to living in it."
Didn't you run this hospital? Obviously focusing on luxury and comfort, especially the VIP ward, then it is almost catching up with the presidential suite. You still dislike it? The dean's heart was roaring.
"No, I'm going to be hospitalized here, you can arrange it." Roger said firmly and authentically.
Gritt glanced at him several times, and made sure that he was really not joking, so he had to go through the relevant procedures for him.
Roger looked at his cell phone, hesitated and hesitated, but in the end he didn't send a message to Anora, but ordered his subordinates to pass a message to others, and asked them to wait for Anora to wake up, and if they asked him about him, they would tell her. I was on a business trip temporarily, of course, if she didn't mention it, she wouldn't say anything.
Because I felt that the relationship with Roger had returned to the original state, Annola lost the psychological burden and went to bed until the morning. The moment I opened my eyes, I subconsciously touched my side, not only felt empty, but also cold.
She was dumbfounded, opened her eyes vigorously, and made sure she was not dreaming, so she sat up and walked out subconsciously. After the usual warmth, if Roger didn't accompany him, he would go and prepare breakfast for her himself.
But when she came to the restaurant, she found that the table was empty, and her face was a little ugly, and then she went to the kitchen to take a look...Everywhere was empty, without any human figures.
In the end, she took out her mobile phone and still had no information at all.
Anora laughed suddenly, but her eyes were as cold as frost. So Roger, he ran away after sleeping? Didn't even explain? What does he think of her?
Or, now that his identity is different, he doesn't take her seriously anymore?
Annola was furious, but still holding hope, so her mind was still very calm. It's one thing to think about it, and the truth is another. No matter what, she must listen to Roger's own words!
Even if he really got the throne and began to drift off, he had to tell her personally so that she could give up.
So she didn't ask anything, but made people prepare breakfast with a cold face.
A hearty breakfast was quickly set up, both of Anora's favorite foods. Anora scooped up a bowl of thick soup. For some reason, she suddenly felt nauseous, and a burst of nausea came up from her throat.
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, thinking that she was very angry, so she adjusted her breathing slowly when it happened, and only started to eat when the nausea subsided.
Then, she found that her appetite seemed to be bigger than before, and she ate a lot of food in one go.
Strange, maybe it's too tired recently? Anora thought for a while, but was still occupied by Roger's most of her thoughts, so she ignored the episode.
In the hospital, Roger slept for a whole day and didn't wake up until nightfall. Seeing that there is no one around, he wants to sit up, but he feels his body is heavy, his hands and feet are good
As if out of control, he couldn't move.
He was shocked, and immediately shouted: "Come here."
Ryan, who was guarding outside, immediately came in: "Your Majesty, how do you feel when you wake up?"
"My body can't move." Roger said with a sullen face. Even though he had used a lot of strength, his voice was weak and almost inaudible.
Ryan's face changed, and he immediately rang the bell and ordered the doctors to come over.
When the dean heard of this situation, he dared not delay, and immediately summoned the experts from the various departments that Gretel had temporarily pulled over to form, and rushed into Roger's ward.
Because of the sudden incident, Roger did not hide his appearance, everyone saw his face, and then all were stunned.
"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up to diagnose and treat!" Ryan yelled with dissatisfaction, rarely in a hurry.
The dean took the lead in reacting, hurriedly approaching the hospital bed, checking Roger's symptoms while checking, and then exchanging eyes and opinions with the experts behind him.
When Griet got the news, he rushed over quickly. He saw a group of healers squeezing in the ward and making "buzzing" sounds like flies. They suddenly drove people unceremoniously: "They all squeeze here to do it. What? Go out after seeing it, or is there no meeting room in the hospital for you to discuss? Standing noisy!"
The dean and others hurriedly apologized, and then filed out.
When the ward was quiet, Ryan saw Roger as if he had something to say, so he retired wittily, closed the door, and then stood at the door to guard him, not letting anyone close to him.
"Gritt," Roger's voice was still weak, his pale face set against the white ward, as cold as snow: "I think we should consider the next successor to the throne."
Gritt was pierced with pain by his frail appearance, and he was immediately frightened when he heard the words: "What are you looking at me? Don't say that I am not a direct royal family, and I do not have the qualifications to inherit, even if I have me. , I just want to sell some news every day, just take care of Green leisurely."
"If you can," Roger smiled lightly, "I really want to give you the throne."
"Don't, can I call your ancestor?" Grete almost jumped up in shock: "If you dare to pass the throne to me, I will dare to tell Anora about you!"
When mentioning Anora, Roger's eyes sank.
Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Gretel immediately changed the subject: "Except for Sugel, who is absolutely not allowed to succeed to the throne, there are still a few other candidates left. Think about it and see who is the most suitable? I will tell you. I promise that no matter who succeeds, I will assist him like you do... But do you really think about it? Stop struggling?"
Roger looked at him quietly: "You shout hard."
Gritt was puzzled, but now he really couldn't refuse his request, so he let out his intentions and snarled sharply.
Ryan, who was so scared at the door, came in immediately to check the situation, and Gretel hurriedly explained, Ryan looked at Roger worriedly and continued to stand at the door.
"What you hear now, my voice," Roger said slowly and slowly, "I made it with the same strength as you just now."
After using so much strength, but only making a sound that can't be heard without turning his ears, how weak is his body? Greet's eyes flushed, but he dared not let him see, and hurriedly raised his hand, concealing it.
Roger saw it, but didn't have the energy to say anything else, so he was silent.
After Glitter came over, he asked: "Who do you like most besides me, I will help you to get him to the king's city."
"Morrie Donne."
Gritt was startled, and then sighed lightly: "Although he is about the same age as ours, judging from his temperament of staying overseas all year round and wandering around, he knows that he is not a person who likes to be trapped in a corner. Will not accept it!"