Chapter 260

Giselle subconsciously wanted to avoid, but the area was wide open. There was nowhere to hide. Quite obviously, the person in front noticed her too. Patrick immediately picked up his pace, stopping at an appropriate distance from her. He stared intensely at Giselle's arm. The intensity of his gaze compelled Giselle to explain, "It isn't broken, just... a minor injury." "Does it hurt?" He knew that Giselle was sensitive to pain, so he was particularly concerned about this. "It doesn't hurt, not one bit." That was a lie. Of course, it didn't hurt when she didn't move, but how could it not hurt when she does? Patrick's gaze fell from Giselle's arm to her face. Though he said nothing more, the concern and pain in his eyes were undisguised. Giselle paused for a moment. Just now when Patrick was looking at her hand with his head slightly lowered, she didn't pay much attention to his face. But now, the early spring sun's gentle chill cast its soft light upon Patrick's face. Extraordinarily pale. A ghastly pale. Patrick is pale, Giselle knew that. He always had good skin. In the past, Giselle often joked with him, "Patrick, you put me under a lot of pressure. When I walk out with you, everyone must think I'm a wealthy woman who sponsors a pretty boy." - But he'd never been this pale. Horribly pale! Giselle couldn't help but start to speak, "What's wrong with your face..." Before she finished speaking, from behind, Vanessa's voice came in, "Patrick, we have to go, Doctor Chen is waiting." Hearing this, Patrick looked deeply at Giselle. He said, "Liangliang, take good care of yourself." Then he left with Vanessa and Ben. Watching the three of them leave, Giselle felt an unsettling feeling in her heart. She returned to her hospital room with her mind in a whirl, feeling distracted. Why was Patrick always at the hospital? He clearly didn't have a cold, so why was he here in the hospital? Was Vanessa sick? Was Ben sick? Yet, among the three of them, he was clearly the one looking the worst. Giselle remembered the multiple warnings from Maverick, she wanted to listen to him and stay away from Patrick. However —— She was still panicked. Finally, unable to stay still, she went to the building they had visited earlier. Only then did she realize that it was the Nephrology Department. She walked in, stopped a nurse and asked, "Are the two men and one woman who came in half an hour ago still here?" The nurse replied, "I don't know who you're talking about, why don't you go and ask Director Chen, if they're patients, Director Chen should know." The nurse pointed to an office. When Giselle entered, there were patients in the office, so she waited outside the door. The patient inside seemed to have renal disease, and wept as he talked with the doctor. After the patient left, Director Chen came out. When he saw Giselle waiting outside, he said, "I don't see patients here, if you need to register, go and line up at the front." "No, that's not it." Giselle shook her head and asked, "I just wanted to ask if a patient named Patrick came to see you earlier." Upon hearing this, Director Chen stopped in his tracks and looked at Giselle, "What's your relationship with him?" "I'm his friend." Hearing this, Giselle instantly knew that Patrick must have come to this doctor. Thus, she asked, "I'd like to ask, what’s wrong with him? Is he feeling unwell somewhere?" Patrick's illness was something that had been given a heads up about, with strict instructions not to divulge even a shred of information to the outside world. Director Chen gave Giselle a glance and said, "It's nothing. He's here for a routine checkup." "A routine checkup? Why?" Director Chen replied, "We can't disclose a patient's privacy. Since you are his friend, you may choose to ask him." With that, he walked away in his white coat, leaving Giselle standing in place, her suspicions growing. Maverick, on his way to pick up Giselle from work to take her back to Shallow Bay, could clearly sense that something was on her mind. Giselle was the kind of person who wore her feelings on her face. "Why do you look so upset? What's on your mind?" After getting into the car, Maverick fastened Giselle's seat belt. Once it was secured, he turned to her and asked her the question. He hadn't seen her for 8 hours. Surely, he hadn't done anything to upset her. Giselle, naturally, didn't dare to tell the truth. She shook her head and put on a facade of nonchalance, saying, "Nothing, I wasn't thinking about anything." But Maverick's eyebrows furrowed at Giselle's words. Why so? Because this was the Giselle he knew so well, but hadn't seen in a long time. She was starting to put on an act again, starting to tell lies again. The sudden change in Maverick's face made Giselle's heart skip a beat. She didn't know what had gone wrong - she had tried her best to act naturally after all. Moreover, she managed to smile at him easily. "Maverick." Giselle weakly and tentatively called Maverick's name. Maverick glanced at her, his gaze icy. He seemed irritated with her, but he kept his temper in check. After a long pause, he said, "I'll give you another chance, what's really going on?" "..." Knowing that her facade didn't fool Maverick, Giselle wanted to confess, but Maverick was too jealous. She guessed that if she mentioned Patrick, he would lose his temper with her. To avoid the danger, Giselle had to bring up the name of Andrew. "Today, Andrew came to see grandfather, we ran into each other, and he mentioned Gloria." "Did he say anything about her?" "He said Gloria isn't doing well abroad, but she's afraid to return, fearing that I'll harm her when she does." Upon hearing this, Maverick's brows furrowed then said, "This is enough to upset you?" In Maverick's view, Gloria is not worth mentioning at all now. Giselle curled her lip, "You're painting me as some evil witch, how could I possibly feel happy?" The car moved at her command, and she only breathed a sigh of relief once it had driven a fair distance away. Because her arm was injured, Irma at home boiled her some big-bone soup, of which Giselle consumed two small bowls. After going upstairs, she wanted to bathe. The injury on her arm hadn't affected the bone. It was just the muscle that was hurt. She didn't have to worry about avoiding water; the trouble was in operating with one arm. So, she was a bit distressed. In her bedroom, she silently glanced at Maverick several times. She felt that Maverick should understand her meaning. Maverick might understand, but he pretended not to. In the end, Giselle had to ask verbally, "Maverick, could you help fill up the bath for me?" She put on a charming and docile appearance. Maverick glanced at her, a slight smirk playing at his lips. He held her pajamas, went to Giselle's side, and gently pinched her chin. "So you know to beg me now?" Giselle nodded, intentionally using a soft tone to utter the two words, "Beg you." Maverick's face slightly changed, feeling somewhat heated. "On purpose." He lowered his head and bit Giselle's lips impatiently, like a punishment. "Wait until you get better, then you'll see what I am going to do to you." "I'm looking forward to seeing it." Giselle's face is full of anticipation. Maverick became even more uncomfortable hearing this. He let her go and obediently went to turn on the tap. What a great husband! Giselle thought to herself. There are two bathrooms upstairs. Maverick filled the bathtub with water for Giselle, helped her take off the strap of her top, and helped her remove her outer clothes. After she got in, he went to the small bathroom in the master bedroom. After Giselle finished her bath and tried to get up, she realized she was in trouble. Not only was the bathtub slippery, but it was also challenging to put on two pieces of clothing with just one hand.