Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

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Chapter 102 When he walked into the living room, Susan saw him and ran over happily. “Mr. Wood…

hey? Why are you wet?” After the whole night, Shawn’s clothes were still damp. Susan wanted to reach

out and touch it, but Shawn waved her away and strode upstairs.

“Mr. Wood….”

“If you have nothing to say, get out!” “...I just miss you.” Shawn’s figure disappeared at the entrance of

the stairs.

Susan gritted her teeth, feeling something was wrong. He was a nobleman. How could he return after a

night out with such wet clothes and a haggard look?

When Shawn finished bathing and changed clothes, Susan still had not left.

He felt more irritable in his heart. “Why are you still here!” Mr. Wood was... disgusted by her? Shawn

wanted to say something but suddenly coughed. “Yeah, Mr. Wood, you have a cold.” Susan became

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nervous. “You need to take medicine and see a doctor...”

He ignored her and looked at the housekeeper, “Get the car, we are going to the company.”

“Okay.”

It would be a wonder if he did not catch a cold after wearing wet clothes the whole night. Even if Shawn

had worked out all year round, he could not bear it.

Illness descended upon him.

All morning, the president‘s office was filled with the sound of Shawn‘s coughing.

Fiona made a cup of hot tea and sent it in but sat there until it turned cold. Shawn had not even taken a

sip, as he was always busy. “President Wood, you should take some medicine,” she reminded. Shawn

had not lifted his head. “Is there any news from the hospital?”

“Not yet.”

Fiona thought to herself, ‘Mr. Wood had asked her the same question at least ten times.’ As long as his

wife wakes up, she will tell Shawn the news as soon as she gets the news, but Shawn asks every once

in a while.

His mind was not focused on work or his health, and it was all placed on his wife.

Shawn’s face darkened.

A closed the documents in his hand. “Cancel…cough…the next meeting. I… cough…am heading out.”

“Yes, President Wood.” In the hospital ward, Gale slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at the white ceiling, she was still in a trance. She blinked, and her consciousness slowly

returned. “This is…where…” She clearly jumped off the fence. The water was so deep and so cold.

She could not swim. She was always afraid of water and refused to learn as a child. She was

determined to die, but where was she now?

Was she still alive?

The nurse came in. “Are y wake? Is there any discomfort?” Gale shook her head. The nurse picked up

the medical record and jotted down some notes, then adjusted the speed of the medical transfusion

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device connected to her wrist. “I’m...” Gale‘s throat was hoarse. “Am I in the hospital?”

“Yes.”

“Who brought me here?” “Your husband,” the nurse replied, unable to hold back anymore. She sighed.

“He is so kind to you. He stood at the door of the emergency room all night, and he was so nervous

that he didn‘t change his clothes until you were all right. He is so handsome too.”

She twitched the corners of her mouth. “If I had a husband like this, I would wake up laughing in my

dreams. He‘s handsome and rich, and he‘s good to you. Hey, you are really blessed.” “Blessed.” Gale

just sighed and closed her eyes. She was still dizzy. After the nurse left, the ward fell silent, with the

sound of footsteps coming in and out occasionally. Suddenly, Gale‘s eyes widened as she struggled to

sit up from the bed. “Child..my child...”

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