Disabled CEO’s New Wife

The air froze, and Chad Grant’s gentle voice sounded like the shrill sound of a bell in Rosemary’s ears.

Rosemary’s face sank, she raised her pointed jaw, and then looked up into Chad Grant’s laughing face, “Why don’t you just go and talk to your parents? We’re both in the clear. I’m not afraid of gossip. And now that medical technology is so advanced, I believe that medical technology can prove that I have not wronged Wilson.”

The dim light in the corridor was like a yellow cloud. Rosemary at the moment was like a fairy out of the clouds, sacrosanct.

Chad Grant’s beautiful eyes narrowed slowly into Rosemary’s steady ones. A strange feeling rose in his heart. Now he felt a little embarrassed, “Sorry, sister-in-law, I drank too much tonight. I’ll take care of it.”

He turned and went downstairs. Rosemary breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart was still thumping at the thought of what had happened tonight. If The Grant family saw it, she would never be able to explain it.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She went back to her bedroom and took a bath. Maybe she was so tired these days, Rosemary fell asleep as soon as she got into bed.

“Mrs. Grant, breakfast is ready.” Owen called out respectfully as he saw Rosemary coming upstairs.

Rosemary was wearing a white dress today. Her black hair hung casually over her shoulders and her little face without makeup had an air of freshness. “Good morning, Owen.” Rosemary greeted Owen politely and sat down on the couch to wait for The older members of The Grant family to arrive for dinner.

Seeing Rosemary sitting on the couch, Owen walked up to her and said respectfully, “Mr. And Mrs. Grant had gone to work. The Old Mrs. Grant is still resting. Her ladyship told you not to wait for her dinner.”

“Okay!” Rosemary didn’t think much about it. She ate a little and went upstairs.

The holiday would end in two days. Rosemary was thinking about finding a time to talk to Darren Grant about the idea of her going to school after she got married.

The breeze was blowing slowly. Rosemary stood at the window and looked out the window. She remembered that she had not seen her nominal husband for two days. Seeing how early it was, Rosemary closed the door and turned to Wilson Grant’s room.

Edmund Johnson was getting out of the car when he saw Rosemary go out. He stepped forward. “Hello, Mrs. Grant!”

Rosemary looked up at the handsome man in front of her and asked, “And you are?”

“We’ve met before. When you came to see Wilson.” Edmund Johnson smiled faintly.

Rosemary immediately remembered when he said that. There was a relieved smile on her face, “So you’re Wilson’s personal doctor, Edmund Johnson!”

“I’m glad you remember me.” Edmund Johnson looked at Rosemary’s faint smile, and the tone of his voice has become relaxed.

Seeing him looking at her, Rosemary could not help looking up at him.

Edmund Johnson was standing in the sun. He had a fair face and pink lips, sharp features, a straight nose, thick eyebrows, and clear eyes. His messy hair added a touch of Bohemia to his sunny good looks.

“You’re going to see Wilson, right? Let’s go together then.” Edmund Johnson looked at her and smiled.

Rosemary found it easy to talk to Edmund Johnson without having to put her nerves on edge. So the two of them talked more and more tacit understanding.

Edmund Johnson turned his head slightly to see Rosemary’s profile. She had a fair face, straight nose, delicate red lips and facial features, just like a white lotus in the snow mountains of the North, pure and innocent.

“I heard you’re studying acting?” Edmund Johnson asked casually.

“Yes, I am a sophomore now, and I will have an internship in a film and television company in half a year.”

Rosemary was talking to Edmund Johnson, and she found herself in Wilson Grant’s room. Rosemary put on sterile gowns, standing outside the room looking at the man lying there quietly.

Aseptic ward was also called one-way ward. It was not a single ward or several wards, but a “clean care unit” with a special room as the core and other necessary auxiliary rooms. It was used to treat patients who require treatment in a highly sterile environment. For example, people with autism, leukemia patients who underwent an allogeneic bone marrow transplant, cancer patients who required intensive chemotherapy, Patients with extensive and severe burns, Patients with severe respiratory diseases and liver transplant patients.

Edmund Johnson was standing behind Rosemary, and his warm voice rang out behind her, “You don’t have to worry too much. Wilson will wake up.”

Rosemary knew Edmund Johnson was trying to comfort her, but she was still grateful. She was also glad Wilson Grant had such a good friend.

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Rosemary had just returned from Wilson Grant’s room when she saw Marian coming back from work. She stepped forward and called, “Mom!”

Marian walked lightly over to Rosemary, “There will be a party tonight. Please come with me and I will introduce some business friends to you.”

“Okay!”

Marian looks at what Rosemary was wearing, then pulled a VIP card from her bag and handed it to her. “The party doesn’t start until 8:00 p. m., and I have a meeting at the office this afternoon. I’ll be there later. I’ll have the driver take you there first. With that, Marian turned and walked inside.

Rosemary looked at Marian’s back as she left, then at the card in her hand. Was she afraid she would embarrass her or The Grant family?

Rosemary looked at her card with a wry smile on her lips.

A luxurious black Rolls Royce rolled into a busy street and stopped at an image shop. The driver called respectfully, “The Young Mrs. Grant, here we are. I’ll pick you up later.”

Rosemary had just got out of the car when a fashionably dressed woman came forward and introduced herself respectfully, “Miss Harris, I am Page, the designer responsible for receiving you today. Mrs. Grant just called and we’re gonna make sure you’re the star of the night.”

“Okay.” Rosemary followed Page in an elevator to a suite, which was fully equipped with beauty facilities. This must be the so-called one-stop service.

Rosemary didn’t think it would take long. Unexpectedly, after this process, her whole body almost fell apart. When she had been in the theatre, it seemed to her that they had been putting on their make-up for a long time. But now that was nothing compared to this.

“Miss Harris, this way, please!” Page took Rosemary to the dressing room. Rosemary looked at the dress in front of her and shook her head. These clothes were too sexy.