Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 1683

Hearing that, Terry rolled up his sleeves high in cooperation to look at his watch.

He replied respectfully, "It's 20:05!"

Ever since it was after work hours, Wilson would ask him to check the time almost every half an hour.

It could be seen that he was looking forward to his appointment with Tina.

Terry had been with Wilson for so many years, so he knew that his boss had always been resolute and had a strong sense of time.

He was afraid that no one other than Tina would be able to make him wait for such a long time.

Terry took the initiative to say, "Miss Hall has to go home first after work. It takes time to cook nice porridge. The longer she cooks the rice, the better it tastes!"

"Mmm." Wilson replied lazily.

His eyes behind the glasses fell on the childish but warm picture on the desk: there were two adults and one child, standing hand in hand.

His lips curled.

Soon after, he still looked at the door and then asked Terry about his time.

When it was almost ten o'clock, he couldn't wait any longer and closed the documents in his hands.

Then he stood up and ordered, "Terry, get the car!"

Terry knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

He nodded hurriedly and quickly went downstairs to drive the car over.

When starting the engine, Wilson behind him curled his lips and said, "Drive faster!" "Yes!" Terry suppressed his laughter.

The black Rolls-Royce quickly slipped into the darkness.

Meanwhile, Tina was in the hospital.

Her whole body was leaning against the transparent glass of ICU. It would make her feel better if she was the one lying in it.

She looked weak as if all her strength had been drained away, her eyes bloodshot and lifeless.

At this moment, she had calmed down a lot, but she still wanted to cry.

The corners of her eyes were always wet with tears.

Dylan walked to her with a bag and took out a lunch box from it. He tried to persuade her,

"Tina, eat something. You won't be able to deal with the situation if you don't eat!"

This was the third time he had brought food to her.

Tina didn't even look at it. "I'm not hungry!"

Her voice sounded rough and unclear.

Dylan sighed helplessly and had to say, "I've asked the doctor. Isla will stay in a coma tonight and may wake up tomorrow. Nurses are watching her closely 24-hour a day. We'd better go out to take a walk. You should relax a little!"

He was afraid that she would fall ill easily if lost in sadness.

Dylan wanted her to relax a little bit, so he reached out and held her shoulder, pulling her away from the ICU's glass wall.

With ease, he dragged Tina away - she had no strength left at all.

He took her to the bench in the park downstairs. At this time, almost all the patients walking here had gone back to their wards.

The street lights shone on the old lush trees, and the small garden was laid out with flower beds on both sides. Flowers there were in full bloom at night. Under the starlight coming above from the sky, each petal looked particularly delicate.

However, Tina was not in a mood to

appreciate the beautiful scene.

From the moment Isla entered the ICU, her world had gone black.

Dylan felt sorry for her.

In just a few hours, her usually radiant face turned ashy.

Isla was her life.

Dylan passed her a cup of hot milk tea. "You didn't eat anything from this afternoon to evening, neither did you drink a drop of water. If you go on like this, your body will not be able to bear it! If you fall ill, what about Isla?"