Chapter 779
Shirley indeed saw the busy maid Orla in the kitchen.
Before she could speak, Orla turned around enthusiastically upon hearing the noise.
"Ms. James, you're awake! You must be hungry. Mr. Flores instructed me to make some light porridge and desserts for you, just in case you felt uncomfortable with an empty stomach after throwing up earlier. I'm almost done here."
The air was filled with the rich aroma of food, and Shirley was slightly taken aback.
"Did Gray really say that?" She found it hard to believe that Gray would be so considerate.
Orla quickly responded, "Of course! Mr. Flores was very worried about you. You even threw up all over him in the car earlier. Mr. Flores, being such a meticulous person, carried you back to the bedroom and personally cleaned you up and changed your clothes. He wouldn't even let me touch you. Mr. Flores is really being unusually considerate towards you."
Shirley was slightly stunned. She threw up all over Gray?
And Gray took care of her?
Shirley felt a bit touched, but she quickly snapped out of it.
Gray must be out of his mind, first getting her drunk and then acting all considerate and affectionate?
Gray must have a performative personality, no wonder he's an award-winning actor.
But life isn't a play, and she has no interest in playing along with Gray.
Shirley immediately shook her head, interrupting Orla's chatter. "Mr. Flores suddenly has severe vomiting and diarrhea. Do you know how to contact a doctor?"
Orla was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down the spatula in her hand, "How did he suddenly get severe vomiting and diarrhea? I'll call the doctor right away!"
She wiped her hands on her apron, found her phone, and started dialing. Seeing Shirley still standing nearby, she urged. "I'll contact the doctor. Ms. James, you should go upstairs and take care of Mr. Flores!"
Shirley was pushed out by her, hearing Orla continue to speak, "Could it be that Mr. Flores injured himself when he jumped into the pool to save you? After all, he did jump from the third floor!"
Shirley was shocked.
What third-floor jump?
She just had a drink and blacked out. She couldn't understand a word.
When Shirley returned upstairs, Lillian was no longer there.
Shirley had wanted to ask Lillian what had happened, but she had to give up.
When she returned to the bedroom, she saw Gray still curled up on the bed in the same position she had left him.
She walked over, "Your maid has called the doctor. Are you still in a lot of pain?"
Gray opened his eyes slightly at her words, giving her a look filled with hurt and sorrow.
Shirley noticed he seemed to be sweating a lot, with more sweat on his forehead than when she had left, even dampening the pillow.
Feeling a rare pang of guilt, she softened her voice. "Do you want some water? I'll get you a glass."
Gray glanced at the nearly empty glass of water on the bedside table.
He tightened his face, "Do you think I feel like drinking water right now?"
Shirley blinked. If he was really in pain, he probably couldn't drink water.
"Don't worry too much. It probably won't cause any permanent damage, right?" Her voice grew quieter under Gray's gloomy gaze.
Gray sneered, "Probably? What if it does cause permanent damage? Can you take responsibility? Come over and wipe my sweat!"
"Okay." Shirley took a tissue and approached him, sitting on the edge of the bed to wipe his forehead and neck.
"I'm just trying to comfort you. Why are you getting angry? Do you actually hope something's wrong?"
Gray's chest heaved with anger, and he said irritably. "If something really goes wrong, you'll have to take responsibility for the rest of your life! Just thinking about that possibility makes me feel hopeless! Life would be meaningless!"
Shirley's wiping motion paused slightly.
So, if he had to spend his life with her, he would feel this angry and hopeless.
That must be really hard for him.
"Don't worry, if something really goes wrong, I'll spend all my money to get you treated!"
Gray sneered again, "I don't need your money for treatment."
Shirley was annoyed, "Then what do you want?"
"Shirley, what kind of attitude is that! You injured me, I could sue you for intentional harm."
Gray's expression was extremely unpleasant. Even in his condition, Shirley was still so impatient, not even willing to pretend to care.
He almost wanted to pull her onto the bed, pin her down, and make her understand what taking responsibility meant, what it meant to offer herself.
No, he couldn't think like that now.
The blood flow caused the still-healing area to ache again.
"So what do you suggest?" Shirley frowned, feeling somewhat helpless.
He was the one who looked in pain and said he didn't want her to take responsibility for life.
And he didn't want financial compensation either, so what else could she do?
Suddenly thinking of something, Shirley looked horrified.
"You hurt one leg, are you planning to take revenge by breaking one of mine?"
Gray was speechless.
He was stunned by Shirley's bizarre thought process, "What would I do with one of your legs? Even as a specimen, it would be too short!"
Shirley was furious, "You're the short one! My proportions are perfectly fine."
As an idol and actress, she couldn't tolerate being called short!
Gray's eyes darkened, "Who are you calling short?"
She injured him and now verbally insulted him.
Shirley was really something.
Gray suddenly grabbed Shirley's wrist with such force it felt like he might break it.
Gray's whole demeanor was dangerous, and Shirley felt a rare sense of fear.
She quickly tried to calm him down, "I didn't mean it that way. Don't get so worked up. I'll go check if the doctor has arrived."
She struggled to stand up and run, but Gray didn't let go.
"Don't think you can escape! Otherwise, I'll call the police right now."
Gray leaned over, reaching for the phone on the other bedside table, and Shirley was startled.
If Gray really called the police, this would blow up, and the Flores family's lawyers would definitely sue her into jail.
She couldn't afford that.
She quickly flipped over, pouncing on Gray, grabbing his outstretched hand.
"Don't call the police. The doctor hasn't even seen you yet. Besides, you can't entirely blame me. I was just defending myself, right? You were trying to suffocate me."
Gray raised an eyebrow at Shirley lying on top of him, seeing that she was indeed scared, he sneered internally.
"Suffocate you? Why would I want to suffocate you? I have a successful acting career, why would I want to become a murderer for you? Shirley, you think too highly of yourself."
He was full of sarcasm, "You don't think I'm doing this out of love, do you?"
His sharp words made Shirley's heart ache.
She knew Gray was just playing with her. Yes, how could she think Gray wanted to suffocate her?
She was really overestimating herself.
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