Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

36 Caring for his sick wife

From morning till afternoon Jeslyn didn't go downstairs to eat nor did she open her door to the maids that had been knocking.

Now it's evening and she's still inside and a maid is standing outside her door, banging and ringing the doorbell with urgency.

How many hours has it been that the guest she was warned to care for by the butler hasn't eaten? She loves her job and doesn't want to be fired.

Being under master Maverick means an automatic protective shield in this hell of a country, so the young maid was frightened by the thousands of bad thoughts running through her mind.

"Ring, ring, ring!"

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Ma'am, please open the door!"

There's a spare key with the butler however the man couldn't be found in the large mansion. "Step back."

The maid turned with a start at the cold voice. She hurriedly stepped out of the way and bowed her head to avoid looking at those cold eyes owned by the demonic man she was working for. When will this master learn to make a sound while walking? Every time, he walks around like he wasn't stepping on the ground.

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While the maid was thinking that, Maverick brought out a key card and slid it through the reader, and waited for it to beep green before he turned the knob and opened the door. "You may leave." He said to the maid who still had her head down before going into the room and shutting the door.

Maverick walked to the large bed and saw the girl curled up in her sleep with messy hair and a red nose. Her gorgeous face looked pale with sweat forming on her forehead.

He lowered his height and stretched his hand to touch her forehead. Maverick knitted his brows after feeling her burning forehead and stood upright. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Come to the house... now."

Maverick put his phone away and glanced around the room for a brief moment before he headed to the bathroom.

The overly gorgeous-looking man with an incredible figure came out a few seconds later with a bowl and a white towel. He sat down beside Jeslyn and turned her from the fetal position to face up. The pale-looking Jeslyn didn't stir in her sleep for a second.

Maverick placed the towel in the bowl of water, squeezed the water out, and cleaned her face with it.

The cold-looking man repeated the process a few times before folding the towel and placing it on her forehead.

He raised his hand and glanced at his inconspicuous black watch before he stood up and returned the bowl to the bathroom.

Maverick came back to sit beside the sleeping woman and glanced at her face one more time before he looked away with no changes to his facial expression.

He rested his head on the headboard with one long leg placed on the bed and the other left on the fluffy rug.

With eyes closed and expression unreadable, he stepped into the world of unknown thoughts.

A long time passed and the beeping sound of his phone ringing made him open his eyes.

Maverick's bloodshed eyes flashed in the direction of the phone and the murderous look in his eyes dissipated a little. When he closed and opened his eyes again, only the redness could be seen and his face had returned to its normal emotionless state.

He stretched his hand to the top of the drawer to take his phone while looking at Jeslyn who didn't stir from the ringtone of the phone.

Answering the call, Maverick listened to what the other party was saying without uttering a word before he took the phone off his ears and placed it back on the top of the drawer.

Soon, the door dinged and a maid pushed it open. She bowed to the man sitting on the bed before stepping aside for the doctor to come in.

The doctor, a young man that was no older than Maverick, with his hair dyed white, walked into the room, holding a black suitcase. 7

He placed the suitcase on the bed and started to open it while saying: "I thought you called me for your son. Who is she?"

Maverick ignored him and closed his eyes with his head resting on the board again.

"I knew you wouldn't answer that. Rex left a message in the group saying someone got married. With this lady here, I think the answer is obvious."

Maverick didn't say a word and the doctor sighed. "I told you to sleep a lot but I know listen. Your eyes are red and your face-"

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"Stop talking and do your job," Maverick said in a passive voice like the person he was talking to meant so little to him.

"If only I can. As your doctor, I think you should listen to me once in a while. Take a few days to rest. Your health is just as important as your son's. You can always run the-"

"Matt, don't push it." Maverick's voice came again like nothing, making doctor Matt sigh and shake his head.

He focused his attention on the woman lying on the bed and checked her temperature before injecting her.

"She has a high fever but that's not all. I'll take her blood sample to the lab. Am I permitted?"

"Hmm."

"Good." Doctor Matt drew Jeslyn's blood in a syringe before he kept away his materials and threw a pill bottle beside Maverick. "That's all I can help you with. I'll see you tomorrow morning with the

result of her condition."

Maverick didn't open his eyes nor said a goodbye word until he heard the clicking sound of the door.

He slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the green bottle lying beside him. He picked it up and glanced at it. He made a throwing gesture, but before he could throw it into the bin standing quietly by the side of the door, he glanced at the sleeping Jeslyn, looked at the bottle in his hand

before he got up. took his phone, and walked out.