Stuck On You

Chapter 156 Take Action (Part One)



Chapter 156 Take Action (Part One)

The second day, when it was very late, Chason slowly woke up from his coma.

He hadn't opened his eyes yet. He only felt pain all over his body and was unable to wake up from his

dream. It took him a lot of effort to force himself to open his eyes, and a sharp headache came

immediately.

After a while, Chason managed to sit up with his hands on the bedside. The next second, he saw

Claire lying beside him. Although the physical pain hadn't completely gone, he was more than sober.

Claire? 'Why is she here? She isn't angry anymore? She is back? What happened last night?' Why did

he try his best to think of it, but couldn't think of it at all?

However, although he didn't know what had happened last night, Claire was with him now, which was

the most reassuring time for him in the past few days.

He gently stroked Claire who was a little wrinkled every day. She seemed to have a deep sleep and

seemed to be very tired. Chason couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He shouldn't have lost his temper

with her and made her stay at home these days.

But the next second, when he saw the jade pendant on her chest, he was suddenly stunned. Yes,

yesterday he went to buy the jade pendant for Claire. What about the jade pendant?

Chason rubbed his temples hard, only to find that the more he deliberately recalled what happened

yesterday, the more headache he felt. The pain was indescribable. It was not the pain of a cold, nor the

headache of fatigue. This feeling was really indescribable.

Yes, then he went back to the company and gave the jade pendant to Larry. What happened then?

Then... Rita?

He seemed to see Rita later, but he couldn't remember what happened after that.

Did he get drunk last night? He was good at drinking. He hadn't been drunk for so many years. What

was wrong with him now?

The next second, Claire seemed to turn over and hit Chason with her arm. When she woke up in a

daze, she happened to meet Chason's blurred eyes.

She stayed with him last night and didn't dare to fall asleep for a long time. He had a low fever after

midnight. Although Claire didn't say anything, she was still very worried.

"Claire!" Chason called her in a hoarse voice. It was honestly a little awkward for each other to think

about what happened between them during this time.

Claire sat up in a hurry. This time, she forgot her previous unhappiness. Her first reaction was to touch

his forehead, which seemed to be a little hot. She frowned and immediately went to look for it on the

bedside table, but was pulled by Chason. "Claire, what's wrong with you?"

"Let me go." She was worried, but she was still angry when she thought of what had happened before

and the fact that he had been drugged yesterday. Although he was the victim, this kind of thing

definitely happened for no reason.

Chason let go of her in a daze, only to find that Claire took out an infrared thermometer from the

bedside table and shot it on his forehead. The fever was not completely gone.

Claire glared at him. He deserved it. She muttered, but handed him the antipyretics and said, "eat it

quickly."

At this moment, Chason only felt happy all over his body, and he didn't remember the physical pain.

What happened to Claire? Why was she so considerate to him today? Her attitude was totally different

from before.

Seeing that Chason was smiling at her with one hand holding the medicine, [ ] was a little angry. She

glared at him and asked, "what are you smirking for?"

"Claire, aren't you angry?" Chason also knew at this moment that he was foolish, but he couldn't help

laughing in his heart.

Claire forced him to eat it, but this time, Chason was much more obedient. "Claire, what happened to

me last night?"

Did he really forget nothing? Claire's heart skipped a beat. "Don't you remember?"

Chason shook his head and said, "I've tried to recall it, but I just remember..."

Last night, when the doctor left, he told Claire that the medicine that the drug Chason took had a strong

effect. It was very likely that he had almost forgotten what happened last night. At that time, she was

dubious. Now it seemed to be true.

"Then... So what's the last thing you can remember? " Claire was still not reconciled. She had to know

what happened last night as much as possible, or she would never know who planned it.

Chason was about to say that he seemed to meet with Rita in the end, but he didn't know what he was

doing with her in the end. But he thought that if he mentioned Rita, he didn't not know how angry Claire

would be, so he made up his mind and concealed it. "I only remember that I bought a jade pendant

later and went back to the company, and then I didn't remember. Wait? Claire, what happened to me

last night? "

Claire thought for a while. If she told him the truth, he would definitely investigate in person, which was

not necessarily good for her to find the person she suspected. "It's just that you drank too much last

night, and the butler called me and said that you fainted. I came back for the sake of the butler's

pleading."

She paused and asked, "why did you buy the jade pendant?"

"I... Didn't you like the jade pendant? So I went to buy some for you. " Chason felt a little embarrassed.

If he told Claire that he had bought a bag of jade pendants... But he could really drink it up. "I'm sorry,

Claire. I made you worried."

"Well, don't go to the company today." Claire quickly put on her clothes and stood up.

Chason held her hand and asked, "Claire, where are you going?"

"Take care of yourself at home. The doctor will come later. The butler will take good care of you." Claire

knew that there was no big problem with Chason's health, and she had something to do soon. "Anna Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

has been with me these days. She is a little busy in the bakery today. I'll be back soon."

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