Chapter 7: Chapter 7
By the swimming pool of a luxurious villa, a man lounged on a recliner chair under a coconut tree. The morning light glinted against the lens glasses covering his eyes. In his right hand was a document, while his left hand was stretched sideways, resting on the recliner’s handle.
Sitting on a chair by his left was a middle-aged man in a white lab coat. Gently, he took the man’s hand in his own, then placed two fingers on the back of his wrist.
While the young man was engrossed in accessing the document in his hand, the middle-aged man frowned now and then as he felt his pulse.
Seconds later, he dropped the man’s hand. And a huge sigh rose from his chest. “I’m afraid to inform you this, Mr. Lim.” His eyes were sullen and he dropped his head, shaking it.
Andrew looked away from the document, his eyes narrowing. “What is it?” His tone carried patience as he said ever so gently. As if he already knew the man’s discovery.
Contrary to the middle-aged man who looked sad at the moment, he was rather calm.
The man looked at him, sighing again. In his many decades of serving this family, he’d never encountered a difficult case as this one.
How could an illness which had long disappeared without any traces suddenly return with full force? “It seems like your old illness is back. And this time, it is extreme, Mr. Lim.”
Andrew nodded, resting further in the recliner. “What’s the next step?” He asked. Even after hearing the doctor’s words, he neither appeared flustered nor anxious.
The doctor who was already familiar with the man’s cold personality, wasn’t surprised to see no reaction from him. After all, he had been treating him for as long as he could remember.
“The next step is to start taking your medications,” he answered his question. “Hopefully, they’ll help.”
However, the doctor wasn’t a hundred percent sure. Just now, he detected a wild pulse. As if the nerves inside the man were in some sort of race. His blood flow was two times faster. He was even surprised that he wasn’t lying on a sickbed right now.
“Mm.” Was the only reply he got from the man who was now back to reading the documents. “Send the prescription to my assistant.”
With his job finished, the middle-aged man prepared to leave. He stood up with his briefcase, but paused for a few seconds. “Mr. Lim.” He called out. “Apart from the medication, I also advise you to see a psychologist. This illness doesn’t normally come back. And the medication that worked for you three years ago might not be enough this time around.”
Although the doctor was only a general practitioner and didn’t have much knowledge in that field, if the Young Master’s illness was somehow psychological, then it made more sense.
The insomnia wouldn’t just return without any cause. Something must have triggered it.
As the middle-aged man left, sounds of high heel shoes sounded in the area. A slender girl in a short red dress appeared. The dress hugged her body, making her hips sway as she sauntered forward.
When she reached where the man was lounging, she lowered herself to the chair the doctor had just stood up from then flipped her long black hair which was once concealing the revealed flesh on her chest.
“Andy.” In a smooth silky voice, she called out to the man. “Mr. Fang just left. Is everything alright? Are you perhaps ill?”
“Nothing serious.” Without looking up from the document, the man gave a short reply.
The sweet smile on the girl’s face didn’t fade and she reached forward with her hand then took the document from his hands. “It is the weekend. You’re supposed to be resting, Andy.”
“What do you want?” Obviously, Andrew wasn’t pleased with the interruption.
Rayne sighed, maintaining her smile. “I just want us to spend some time together. The previous week has been hectic and we didn’t get to interact much. While you were busy with acquiring the new company, I was busy with Aunty and Uncle, making sure our new home is perfect.”
“Mm.” Andrew took back the document and opened it. “Say what you want to say.” His gesture told her that he’d rather prefer she left him alone.
Hearing the man’s words, Rayne was tongue-tied. This man who would normally listen to her now seemed a bit off. Of course, he hadn’t always been friendly with her. She worked hard to make that happen.
But seeing him like this, did it mean her hard work was for nothing? More importantly, was his mother’s assumption true?
“This is a nice city with a lot of people.” She studied his expression as she spoke. “I wonder if you happened to bump into someone familiar. Maybe an old friend or colleague.”
His hand shook with the document, and in that flicker of seconds, his expression shifted.
That action did not miss Rayne’s eyes, and her lips parted in shock before she quickly retained her pleasant expression. Seemed like his mother was right.
They grew up together and Rayne believed she could read him inside out. This man who was like ice, beautiful but cold, never spared anyone a reaction, not even a hint of a smile.
From childhood, he rarely spoke to or treat her with compassion even though she clung to him like glue. The only time she’d seen this man’s expression soften was when that girl appeared.
As if she was some sort of ingredient missing from his life.
Swallowing down the sudden hurt in her heart, Rayne flashed him a smile. Because even though the man did not answer her question, he was also studying her expression.
“Andy, I have a suggestion,” she said gently, meeting his gaze. “Since most things have settled now and you have successfully acquired MystiArt Productions, let’s not delay our wedding. Instead of a month, why not make it two weeks from now? I am sure your grandfather won’t disagree.”