BossNovelChapter 796
Maggie's eyes widened in shock.
The underlying message from Alex, could it possibly mean he was planning to bring her smedicine?
Instinctively, Maggie wanted to decline, but then it dawned on her.
It was the middle of a workday, and someone of Alex's stature must be swamped with work.
With so many people under him, he would probably send an assistant or a secretary, right?
After pondering for a moment, Maggie succinctly replied: "Either way works."
She felt more alert now, realizing that even though they were business partners, she probably didn't have the
right to have his assistant deliver things to her.
Thus, she added: "Sorry, my mistake. Please don't mind it."
That should be sufficiently polite, right?
But to her surprise, he simply bypassed her explanation, saying: "It's not about ‘either way works." You can't just
take any medicine; different symptoms require different treatments."
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Maggie was truly at a loss. She had already declined politely, yet this man was not willing to let it go.
Fearing he might actually send someone, she kept mum about her symptoms, only replying with a: "Okay."
That should end the conversation, shouldn't it?
Yet, he followed up with: "Measure your temperature and tell me."
Maggie stared at the ellipsis, dumbfounded.
Was he at a loss for words with her?
But what did he have to be speechless about? If anyone, it should be her!
She didn't even have medicine at home, let alone a thermometer.
Could the man not have a bit of common sense?
Feeling slightly annoyed yet also realizing she had already signaled the end of the conversation and he still
persisted, only added to her irritation.
Thus, Maggie decided to be more straightforward this time: "No need, going to sleep now."
Having said that, if he still couldn't understand, then he was definitely doing it on purpose.
As expected, right after Maggie sent her message, he responded without any hesitation with three words: "Got
it."
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had finally stopped "badgering" her. Yet, she felt an inexplicable
sense of disappointment.
Maybe it was the illness talking, making her emotions run high.
Reviewing the brief exchange she had with Alex, she suddenly felt her own coldness and ruthlessness.
It was as if she was a wolf, ungratefully snubbing someone's kindness.
Yet, Maggie felt she hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't his obligation to help her, nor did she have any right
to accept his kindness.
Essentially, she and Alex were the stype of people.
Neither willing to owe favors to others without reason.
Maggie soon exited the chat with Alex, intending to inform Chuck about her symptoms.
But after the back and forth with Alex, she found herself devoid of any energy. She had no strength to speak, let
alone type, only wanting to sleep off the fever. It's just a fever, not deadly.
With that thought, Maggie tossed aside her phone, burrowed into her bed, and settled down to sleep.
However, her sleep was restless, haunted by dreams of Frederick.
Dreaming he was making her oatmeal for her sickness, holding her close, and feeding her medication.
Such a warm scene, wasn't it?
But dream Maggie was lucid, aware it was a dream, and knowing that upon waking, Frederick would be gone.
When she awoke, it was to the sound of chopping from the kitchen.
Groggily opening her eyes, she caught a whiff of a faint scent of bread baking from the kitchen.
Almost reflexively, she disregarded her own safety, grabbing the broom from her bedroom and rushing towards
the kitchen.
But as she reached the doorway, she crashed into a soft wall.
Her body, already weak, nearly bounced back from the light impact.
Yet, that person quickly caught her waist, pulling her back in a swift motion.
Maggie, utterly unprepared, stared at the person's scarred face in disbelief, blurting out:
"How did you get in here?"
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