A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Audrey withdrew her arm.

"Nothing. It's just some bruises."

Bryson narrowed his eyes and stared at her who was avoiding his eye. He suddenly grabbed her wrist

and untied her cuff links.

"What are you doing?" Audrey got anxious and wanted to break his grip. However, her arm hurt so

much that she couldn't. She could only let him undo her cuff links and roll up the boggy sleeve,

exposing her slightly swollen and bruised shoulder.

She glanced at it and frowned.

She didn't expect it to be so badly hurt. Perhaps there was a bump on the ground and she hit it when

she fell.

"Are these just some bruises?" Bryson asked in a low voice.

Audrey didn't answer because she was guilty.

She pulled off her sleeve to cover the bruise.

"It doesn't matter. They will subside in a few days."

Audrey turned around to open the door. He squeezed her shoulder out of the blue and a sharp pang of

pain hit her. When she turned around, he was standing behind and looking at her with a gloomy

expression.

Audrey's face contorted with rage.

She touched the bruises and glared at Bryson.

"Mr. Bryson, you're going too far."

"Follow me to the infirmary of the hotel." Bryson ordered.

Audrey frowned. "Mr. Bryson, I told you my shoulder is fine. I..."

Before she could finish speaking, his phone rang. It was Kylee.

Bryson answered it.

"Hey, grandma!"

"Yes, she's with me right now. But she..."

Feeling that Bryson might say something, Audrey was alarmed. She put her palms together and waved

them towards Bryson pleadingly.

Bryson said to Audrey with his lips moving: infirmary.

It wasn't a big deal. She would go.

Audrey nodded hard at him.

The infirmary was a better option. If Kylee knew that Audrey was injured, things would be worse.

Bryson said over the phone with satisfaction, "She's fine, but she looks a little tired after going out."

He handed the phone to her.

As expected, Kylee was telling her to take good care of herself.

Audrey kept saying yes. After Kylee's nagging, Audrey handed the phone back to Bryson. Her fear

lingered.

Bryson put away his phone and took two steps to the side. Seeing Audrey standing in front of the door,

he stopped and turned to look askance at her.

"Are you moving or not?"

She heaved a sign of resignation and followed behind him.

...

At night, there was only one male doctor on duty in the infirmary.

The moment Bryson saw the doctor, Bryson's face sank.

"Why are you alone?"

The doctor said innocently, "I'm the only one on duty at night."

"I wish you were female."

Audrey felt embarrassed.

The doctor didn't know what to say.

The doctor felt helpless. How could a man become a woman? They were not watching a magic show

here.

"Sir and madam, is any of you feeling sick?" The doctor asked with concern.

Audrey said, "It's me. My shoulder is bruised. I want to get it cleaned."

"OK. Sit down. I'll get my tools."

Bryson said, "No need. We will go to the hospital."

The doctor said nothing.

Audrey, "..."

"Just a few bruises. I didn't break my bones. There's no need to go to the hospital!" Audrey said firmly

to the doctor, "Help me disinfect the wound!"

Bryson remained silent.

The doctor took a careful look at Bryson who was cold and fierce. And Bryson eyed the doctor with

great caution.

The doctor turned to look at Audrey awkwardly.

"Madam, why don't you go to the hospital?"

The doctor didn't know why Bryson said that, but Audrey knew. Bryson wasn't worried about the bones

at all. Instead, the fact that the doctor was a male bothered Bryson.

He was jealous of a male doctor.

He got jealous so easily.

Audrey glared at the doctor. "Do you have alcohol cotton or something? If you don't want to help me, I'll

do it myself!"

Male doctor didn't answer.

As Audrey went to get the cotton wool, Bryson grabbed her hand.

Annoyed, Audrey turned around.

"Mr. Bryson, we're not in a relationship. Don't you think you go too far?"

With his deep eyes, Bryson stared at her angry little face, and said gently, "I'll help you!"

Audrey was speechless.

Two minutes later, Audrey sat on a chair and rolled her sleeves up. Bryson dressed the wound while

the doctor was standing aside and guiding Bryson.

"Right, that's it. First, wipe the dirty blood off the wound with alcohol cotton like this, and then wipe

there. That's right!"

When Bryson was taking care of the bruise, the doctor went on. No matter what Bryson did, he would

add some tips.

Glum all the way, Bryson compressed his lips into a line.

In the end, when Bryson was pasting a breathable tape on her shoulder, the doctor spoke again.

"Sir, when you put the tape on, aim it at the middle of the wound. Right. Find the right place. Nah, be

gentler. Otherwise, it hurts."

Audrey said, "..."

When Bryson and Audrey walked out, the doctor said to them very kindly, "Madam, your husband is so

considerate. If you need anything, you can come back."

Audrey said, "..."

Audrey wanted to explain their relationship.

Beside her, Bryson didn't want to come here anymore, but now he replied, "Alright!"

Audrey said, "..."

After the doctor heard this, he smiled and went back inside. Audrey wanted to run to him and explain,

but Bryson reached the arm and stopped her.

"Didn't I treat your wound?"

Audrey said anxiously, "However, he just misunderstood us. We are not..."

"He doesn't know us, so why explain it to him?"

Audrey frowned.

Bryson sounded right. Why did she have to make it clear to a stranger?

But somehow it didn't feel right. She felt like being taken advantage of.

There were only Audrey and Bryson in the elevator. More intimacy crept in this quiet and small space.

"Mr. Bryson, thank you for dressing me." Audrey broke the silence.

"No need!" Bryson stared at her, paused for a moment and continued, "I will let others do this."

Audrey said, "..."