NovelEnglishChapter 250
Dexter asked Rocky to bring his work laptop over since he had to continue
working from his hospital room. He had an important meeting that day, so he had no choice but to hold it via
video conference.
He sat on the balcony with the sunlight shining behind him. His expression was cold and serious. Once all the
senior executives joined the video call, he began delegating tasks and making work arrangements.
After about ten minutes, he started feeling uncomfortable. His face felt slightly
warm.
On the screen, several of his company's executives exchanged glances, whispering among themselves.
Dexter's expression darkened. Those elderly men usually sat through meetings with blank, expressionless faces.
Why did they seem so fascinated today?
"Mr. Bamford, are you feeling unwell?" Rocky asked from the side.
Dexter gave him a sideways glance. "What makes you think that?"
Rocky pointed at his face cautiously. "I can see it from your face."
Dexter froze upon hearing that.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRocky pulled out his phone and turned on the front camera to show him. Red spots dotted his entire cheek. It
was quite an alarming sight.
No wonder Dexter had been feeling uncomfortable. His face felt hot, and he felt itchy all over. He felt a pricking
sensation on various areas of his skin.
"This looks like an allergic reaction. You should get a doctor to examine your condition immediately," Rocky
urged.
The meeting was abruptly suspended.
Rocky called a doctor, who confirmed that it was indeed an allergic reaction. But they needed further blood tests
to determine the exact cause.
Angela rushed over upon hearing the news.
"What did you eat to trigger an allergy? Why didn't you tellabout it earlier?"
She felt slightly guilty as she observed his flushed face.
Could she be the bane of his existence or something?
Dexter took a deep breath. "I have no idea. Let's wait for the results."
He was really unlucky.
"Something bad happens whenever you're involved," he muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at Angela.
Knowing she was at fault, she didn't argue. "Um... How can | help?"
"Make a list of every ingredient you used in today's meal. Do it quickly," he ordered impatiently.
Angela pulled out her shopping list from her pocket. "I used pretty much everything on here."
Once again, it was just the two of them in the room.
Angela's quilt deepened as she watched him struggle with the itching. He was unable to reach his
band scratch the itching@spots
because of his injuries.
"Do you need help?" she asked hesitantly, expecting him to refuse.
Unexpectedly, he glanced at her skeptically for a moment before nodding. "My back," he barked.
His collar was too tight. Angela tried to slip her hand under it but couldn't. So, she decided to unbutton the
front instead. However, as she
leaned over, she accidentally
brushed against his IV tube.
"Angela!" Dexter roared in frustration.
As a result, the IV catheter was yanked out of his vein, causing a sharp sting and
making him wince in pain.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAngela was slow to realize what
she'd done. As she looked down, she
saw the tube hanging from her arm
and Swaying with the IV fluid still dripping from it.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! | didn't mean to do that... | was just trying to unbutton your shirt!"
She felt amused and apologetic at the stime. For the first tever, she felt that she was in the wrong as
she looked at his strained expression.
They had no choice but to call for a doctor to cand reinsert the IV.
Dexter sat on the bed in silence. It looked as if a layer of gloom shrouded his entire being. He seemed to be on
the verge of breaking down.
At that exact moment, Fiona arrived carrying large bags filled with gifts.
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