Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 433

Minerva felt dizzy. She hung on tightly, her arms around his neck. Her face paled due to the gastric pain. She bit her lower lip and looked at Maddox.

"What are you doing?"

Maddox looked at her coldly and turned around with her in his arms.

His chest heaved as he walked. Minerva tried to push him away, but to no avail. The pain in her stomach came in waves, making her feel as if she was on the edge of completely passing out.

"Why are you still acting tough when you're in so much pain?" Maddox spoke solemnly. His face contorted with rage as he glared at Minerva.

Minerva was taken aback by this.

Why was he mad at her?

Did she offend him again?

After thinking about it, Minerva closed her eyes and weakly said, "It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Yardley. Please put me down."

Maddox sneered, "It has nothing to do with me? What should I do then, to make this something to do with me?"

Minerva was dumbstruck with terror.

What was he trying to do?

Why did he have to meddle in her business?

She tried to take a couple of deep breaths to relieve the gastric pain but her condition took a turn for the worse. Minerva refused to speak to him any longer. She retracted her arms and quietly pushed his chest away, breaking free from him without a word.

Maddox looked at her and said angrily, "Why do you still want to struggle in such a state?"

Minerva answered, "Let me go."

Even though her voice was soft and faint, her voice carried with it a sense of calmness and she was resolute.

"Ha." Maddox sneered coldly, and brought her to his car instead. He sat her down on the passenger seat, then bent over to buckle her seatbelt.

While he was walking to the driver's seat, Minerva raised her hand in an attempt to unfasten the seatbelt to leave the car, only to find that the pain was so excruciating that she could not even bear to lift her hand.

She had had stomach aches before, and used to suffer from gastritis.

However, she did recuperate for a period of time and had recovered from it.

Who would have known that it would get triggered again, and the recurrence would be so much more severe than ever before.

She felt her consciousness start to fade.

Maddox turned his head to the side and glanced at her. Her pale face and the worrying amount of cold sweat on her forehead made him step quickly on the gas.

When they arrived at the hospital, Maddox reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt. He said coldly to her, "Go see a doctor and get his consultation. Stop being stubborn, or I'll..."

He stopped when he saw Minerva lying unconscious in the car; having probably fainted a while back. His expression suddenly changed. He cared about nothing else as he speedily got out of the car, carried her out and rushed her into the hospital.

Fifteen minutes later, Maddox had finally gotten Minerva admitted to the hospital. A doctor raised his head and took a look at Maddox.

"Are you her boyfriend?"

Maddox was taken aback when he heard that. He shook his head and replied, "No."

He then quickly added, "I'm her husband."

As he let the words roll off his tongue, Maddox kept his gaze steadily on Minerva's unconscious face.

He watched her lay motionless on the hospital bed, her face a ghostly, bloodless white. His heart felt like a panicked mess as he battled through the paralyzing feeling of anxiety.

"Since you're her husband, you should take good care of your wife. Don't you know that she has severe gastritis?"

Maddox was jarred, "Gastritis?"

"What kind of husband are you? Your wife suffered from severe gastritis, but you only brought her to the hospital now? Does she have an irregular diet?"