My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

Ten minutes later, Clifford said goodbye and was about to leave the ward.

Merry looked at Clifford with reluctance on her face, but she couldn't stop him from doing his job. Merry led him to the door, then looked at him excitedly. 

"Clifford, after taking care of whatever your business is, you must return immediately. I'll be back in America tomorrow afternoon. I can't leave until you accompany me to win five kills!" 

Merry always put the game above anything else in her heart. When she was abroad and Chris never answered her messages, she was depressed all day long. Because of this, the game was abandoned for quite a long time.

When Merry finally returned to Indonesia, she found Clifford was willing to play with her. Merry was reluctant to give up such a good opportunity.

Clifford stepped out of the ward, and a bright light down the corridor fell into his eyes. He frowned, then turned to Merry. The man lowered his voice and asked seriously, "If I'm too busy to come back here, will you be angry?"

Clifford expressed his thoughts for the first time. However, after asking this, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. His arrival or departure might only mean that Merry was or was not having a partner to play the game. Clifford's presence could not be more than that. 

But was Chris any different from this?

Merry could not understand the complex expression on Clifford's face. She opened her mouth in confusion, "Are you very busy with your work?"

Even though Merry could not fully understand Clifford's feelings, she would not just stand by if the man worked so hard that he became exhausted or fell ill. Merry considered asking him if Jean was too capitalistic and exploiting his workers, but she was too scared of the man to ask.

Clifford caught Merry's disappointed expression, and his heart was a little irritated. Before turning around and leaving, he still didn't want to disappoint her. Clifford said, "I'll be back as soon as I can,"

Hearing those words, Merry's eyes immediately lit up. Her face was filled with joy as she cheerfully replied, "Then I'll be waiting for you!"

That joyful voice entered Chris's ears. He felt like his ears and heart were being pricked by those innocent words.

He gasped for breath, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath to hold back the anger pressing against his heart.

Even if Chris was angry, he still couldn't do anything. He couldn't even hold his cell phone and accompany Merry when the girl wanted to play games. Then what was his right to be angry with that young woman?

At this time, Jean lifted his lips into a faint smile as he stared at Chris. Then, he said something in a soft and low tone.

Chris was still immersed in his guilt when he suddenly heard the man's reminder. Chris looked up and his gaze turned sharp. "…I know," he muttered.

Chris didn't say much anymore. Some things were only suitable to be discussed behind the other person's back. He was seriously injured during a crucial period in winning Merry's heart. He suspected that there was a "bodyguard" who could not wait to try to take his place in the young woman's heart.

Even though Chris behaved like a jealous parent in front of Merry, he was still the second grandson of the Hartanto family. That fact wouldn't change even if he was in serious trouble, or his injury hadn't healed.

After pondering for a few seconds, Chris focused his gaze on Jean. He said with a heavy heart, "Jean, please do this for me. Send Merry back to America tomorrow afternoon,"

He sighed after saying that. What Jean said just now was right. There were still a lot of things that he had to deal with in the Hartanto Family. Based on his recent recovery rate, Chris would be able to get out of bed and take a walk in a few days.

But he was worried that it would be too late. This was because Merry would always be here to accompany him until he recovered. If the Hartanto Family found out about Merry while it was still in chaos, it would be too late. Chris was afraid that Merry would be targeted by someone who also tried to take him down.

That little princess from the Hiroshi Family was his favorite, so Merry shouldn't be exposed in front of the other party. The best protection for her was to be outside the country. If Merry studied there diligently and stayed out of trouble, the young woman would be fine.

At this time, Chris's gaze was fixed on Merry's figure. The young woman was sitting on the sofa busy peeling crayfish with gloves. Her concentrated black eyes and pure white skin looked like she had never been contaminated by the cruelty of the world.

He had to protect her. That's what Chris swore to himself.

At this time, Lilia followed Chris's gaze and looked at the young woman. She suddenly felt that Chris' love for Merry was way beyond her imagination. Lilia guessed that the reason the man was in such a hurry to send Merry back to America was for the girl's protection, even if it would only cause pain for both of them.

It didn't take long for Lilia to leave the ward with Jean. Merry waved to them with oily gloves behind them.

Lilia couldn't bear the thought of the inevitable separation that had to occur, but she still didn't say anything. She was afraid that Merry would never be able to return anytime soon after she was sent abroad this time.

*****

On the ward, the sudden silence made Merry a little uncomfortable. She returned to the sofa to peel another crayfish and chew it in her mouth, but she felt the food was bland.

She took off her gloves angrily, and slowly looked at Chris. "Brother Chris ..."

Merry called out to him, but she didn't know what to say herself. She always felt as if something was going to happen. But this clueless feeling of chaos always haunted her. She felt lost, and couldn't find her way. It was rare for Merry to have such heavy emotions. She was unsure of which path she should take and it made her feel uncomfortable.

Chris shifted his gaze and met the girl's eyes. His lips, which had been tightly closed, were now slightly ajar. He then called to her, "Come here, Merry."

The young woman immediately got up and walked to the side of his bed obediently. Merry's eyes were filled with confusion as she was scanning Chris's body.

"Brother Chris, are you still uncomfortable? Do you feel sick anywhere?" Merry asked, looking worried.

Chris slowly shook his head and reached out to her. He asked in a light tone, "What's the matter? Are you displeased with something?"

Merry frowned and reached out to grab Chris's hand. She began to speak in a sad voice, "I'm not really sure, it's just ... I don't want to go back to school,"

"Go back there," Chris said without thinking.

He immediately came to his senses and squeezed Merry's soft little hand. Then he pulled her closer with a little effort. His forehead creased, but Chris did not voice the pain.

"Don't forget what you promised me. After you finish your studies, I'll come get you, okay?" Chris coaxed comfortably, as if he was talking to a child.

The most important thing for him was Merry's safety.. As long as that young woman was safe, he didn't care what happened to himself.