Matter of Love

Greg drove at full speed. He arrived the destination within more than ten minutes while usually it took half an hour to cover the
whole distance. The only thought in Greg's mind was that Rona must be fine, or he wouldn't let himself go.
It was all his fault. If he had been aware of her health and taken care of her earlier, she might not have fainted.
She didn't have many friends in China, and even the place she lived was arranged by him. Since she was not in the hospital, she
must be in the apartment.
As soon as the car arrived at the apartment building, Greg got out of the car like a whirlwind and ran into the elevator. Soon he
arrived at the floor where Rona lived. He came to the door and slapped it hard, "Rona, are you inside? I'm Greg. Open the door
quickly."
However, no matter how hard he knocked, there was no sound responding to him, which made Greg more anxious. Did she faint
inside again?
Worried about Rona's health, Greg slammed the door, but he forgot that it was a security door with the highest safety standard. It
was the strongest door he had specially installed for the safety of Leona and her son.
Bang! Greg's arm hurt just with only one hit. He suddenly became angry about himself to be so stupid. The door came with a
password lock, and as long as he entered the password, he could unlock it. However, it was natural for people to be in a mess
when it came to the safety of the one they cared. And this was the case of Greg now.
Rona didn't change the password. As expected, the door opened after Greg pressed the old password. He rushed in and asked,
"Rona, how are you?"
There was no figure of Rona in the living room. The window on the balcony was open, and the certain was blew by it to a height
that Greg felt flustered for no reason.
Greg didn't know what was wrong with him. He rushed to the window and looked down with his hands on the windowsill. When
he saw that there was nothing downstairs, he breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he almost thought that Rona had jumped down.
Since Rona was not here, she should be in the bedroom. Like a headless fly, Greg rushed into the bedroom again. A bag bulged
up on the big bed, and it was Rona who had fallen asleep.
All of a sudden, Greg felt relieved, but in the blink of an eye, he became furious. He went to the bedroom in a hurry for her, but
she was still sleeping here. Wasn't she unfair to him?

Greg glanced around the room quickly and immediately understood why Rona didn't wake up even when he was knocking at the
door. There was an empty bottle of brandy on the nearby cabinet. Rona was drunk.
This answer enraged Greg even more. Didn't she know how her body was? What on earth did she want to do since she drank so
much as a patient?
There was a small medicine bottle next to the empty bottle. A sudden fear struck Greg again. Was it sleeping pill? He strode over
and picked it up. It was just some vitamin. He was too nervous.
"Greg, don't ignore me. I'm so sad..." Suddenly, Rona, who had been sleeping all the time, showed a painful expression and kept
talking in her sleep. She curled up in pain and held herself tightly with her arms, which was an instinctive posture of self-
protection.
"Rona, wake up. Are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital." Greg kept calling Rona's name near her ear. Rona could drink some
wine, in which aspect she was better than Leona, but she would get drunk if she drank up the whole bottle of brandy.
As Greg spoke, he bent down and wanted to pick up Rona. He didn't know how much she had drunk, so he had to go to the
hospital to have a check on her.
"No, I don't want to go to the hospital. Put me down." Rona woke up because she was suddenly disturbed. After adapting to the
light in front of her, she saw that it was Greg who appeared above her head. At this time, she heard that he had said he would
take her to the hospital, and so she struggled.
"No, you are weak and have drunk so much. I have to send you to the hospital for a check-up, or I will be worried." It was the first
time that Greg talked to Rona in such a domineering tone. He used to be a gentle gentleman in front of her, and he always kept
calm no matter how angry he was.
However, his change made Rona happy from the bottom of her heart, which made her feel that he cared about her, but she
couldn't go to the hospital now.
"I really don't need to go to the hospital. I know my own health condition. Put me down quickly." Rona said anxiously. The
hangover made her head ache, but she had to stop Greg.
But Greg ignored her. He had been worried about Rona's health condition.
It just so happened that Joe was here. Even if he was not an expert in this respect, the expert team he brought with him must be
able to examine Rona's condition. Her condition was a concern in his heart so he had to go.

"Greg Wei, if you don't put me down, I'm really going to be angry." For the first time, Rona called out the full name of Greg. She
had never called him like that since they were together, unless she was really angry.
However, Greg's answer to this was very calm, "It doesn't matter. Just be angry if you like." Then he continued to walk out. Rona
was so angry that she wanted to grab the door frame to stop him, but was easily dodged by Greg. Then he strode downstairs.
"I really don't need to go to the hospital. Put me down." Seeing that she couldn't be tough, Rona had to adopt a totally different
policy. However, Greg didn't yield to both hard and soft tactics, and ignored her.
Rona kept pulling his clothes, trying to get off him, but her strength was like tickling in the eyes of Greg.
Greg's coat was lifted up, and the phone in his pocket slipped down to the carpet. The subtle sound was covered by the quarrel
between Rona and Greg.
Greg carried her out of the room and kicked the door back with his foot heavily. Then he strode into the elevator.
Soon they came downstairs. As Greg walked out, he opened the central lock with the remote control. He went straight to the
limited edition Lamborghini, opened the door vigorously and put Rona in.
"I really don't want to go to the hospital. Greg, don't make things difficult for me, okay?" Rona, who was still unwilling to give up,
was still struggling.
However, Greg came to the driver's seat on the other side as fast as he could, pressed the central lock and locked the door.
Then he pulled the seat belt and fastened it for her directly. "Cut the crap and go to the hospital."