Chapter 45 I'm Afraid You'll Poison Me
"Heh, quite unexpected."
Mary scoffed lightly, her gaze landing on Kevin's face.
The crowd turned to Kevin, their faces filled with disbelief.
"You?"
"Why did you do this?"
"This project is so important to us; why did you leak it?"
Initially in disbelief, they were soon consumed by uncontrollable anger. The group surrounded Kevin, demanding an explanation.
Kevin hadn't expected the truth to uncover so easily. At this moment, he was speechless!
Well, the evidence was right there; what else could he say?
Outside the office, Matthew's tall figure stood by the glass, his deep, dark eyes fixed on Mary, his brow furrowed when he saw her troubled expression.
Michael remarked, "I never expected her to have a camera at her workstation."
Matthew's thin lips pressed into a straight line as he turned to leave.
Suddenly, Michael exclaimed, "Ms. Smith has fainted!"
Mary had resolved a major issue, and as the tension in her heart eased, waves of chills washed over her. She stood up, intending to pour a glass of water, but as she rose, her vision darkened, and she fainted!
The crowd cried out in alarm and quickly gathered around to check on her.
Before anyone could touch her, the crowd parted, and Matthew rushed in, lifting her up and swiftly carrying her out of the office.
Michael stayed behind to handle the rest.
The scent of disinfectant lingered in the air.
Mary slowly opened her eyes, her head still spinning, feeling utterly drained of energy.
"Have some water."
Her thoughts were hazy, and suddenly, Matthew's deep, magnetic voice reached her ears.
His tone was gentle and soothing, devoid of the previous coldness.
Mary shifted her gaze to see Matthew standing by the bedside, his handsome face calm and unreadable.
Mary said, "Matthew, I seem to have had pretty bad luck ever since I met you."
Matthew's handsome face immediately darkened.
"If you are sick, then keep quiet!"
Mary said, "See, you're scolding me again."
Matthew replied, "Looking at you, acting nothing like a patient at all. You could still give a speech with a microphone."
Mary, fatigued, half-closed her eyes. "I'm thirsty."
Matthew leaned in, his arm slipping around her shoulders to help her sit up. He then sat at the bedside, allowing her to lean against him.
A refreshing and pleasant scent wafted over, causing Mary to feel a moment of dizziness.
She really liked the scent of him.
In the past, she used to cling to him for hugs and kisses, but now...
Mary struggled to sit up straight. "I can manage on my own. What if Ms. Griffin sees us? She might misunderstand."
Matthew frowned, "Mary, I should poison you mute."
She had a fever; shouldn't her throat hurt?
Why so many words?
Mary fell silent.
Matthew picked up the glass and brought it to her but noticed her pale lips tightly pressed together.
"Aren't you thirsty?"
Mary replied, "I'm afraid you'll poison me."
Matthew was speechless.
The atmosphere in the hospital room suddenly became tense.
After a while, Mary leaned over and took a sip, "Oh, no poison."
She could clearly feel the air pressure around Matthew drop a few notches. She could almost imagine his darkened face, and a hint of a smile flashed in her clear eyes.
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