It's about... The man's face drew nearer and nearer, and his masculinity came towards him.

"It's better to thank in a way that the man likes." His words carried an extreme ambiguity and hint that made her heart flutter involuntarily.

His warm breath clung to her ear, warm and itchy.

Amelia, looking at his handsome face so close, her heart pounding and she suddenly closed her eyes.

Could it be that he really... Is he really going to do something? She should have refused, but... I don't know why my body is weak and my mind is empty. I don't know what I should do.

What on earth is wrong with her? As she was agitated, she felt a cold hand touch her forehead, and Amelia opened her eyes. The man had withdrawn his hand, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and said indifferently, "The fever has gone down."

Ah? So was the man just trying to take her temperature just now? She thought... What on earth is she daydreaming about? She just wanted to show some concern, and she herself imagined something she shouldn't have thought about. This is too... It's too much of a self-delusion.

She'd better not think too much about it in the future, otherwise... Amelia's cheeks were burning, and a muffled voice came from under the covers: "Thank you, Mr.Flynn, for your concern."

The man narrowed his eyes imperceptibly and said in a clear, deep voice, "Call me by name!"

Kevin

"Um." The man seemed more satisfied with the title, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Have a good rest." Then he turned and walked out.

Amelia watched his departing figure, and a wave of emotion welled up in her heart.

Most people who are sick tend to be more vulnerable. For the past five years, no matter how seriously ill she was, she didn't receive a shred of care from others, so she had long learned to be strong.

Now the man's simple words gave her a sudden warm feeling.

Over the next few days, Amelia's body gradually recovered, her face regained its rosy hue, and she looked much more energetic.

"fairy, to celebrate your recovery, let's go out on a date alone!" Early in the morning, Alan threw himself up to her and said with delight.

Amelia thought of the little one's care for her during this time and was about to say yes when her phone rang.

Amelia glanced at the caller ID and felt a chill down her heart.

She went to the corner and answered the phone, and soon came Vince's impatient question on the other end of the receiver, "Amelia, how much longer are you going to take off? Do you know there are many projects to deal with at the company!"

"Mr. Vince, is something going on?" Amelia asked subconsciously.

Vince, on the other end of the phone, suddenly froze, not expecting her to be so sharp.

During this period, Amelia was not by his side to help. The investors of M Group were very dissatisfied. She had been following up on this major project all along. During these few days when Amelia was away, he sent new people to do it, but they were clumsy and couldn't get things done well. They also couldn't speak French well.

This is the first shot for the House of Jones to make a name for themselves abroad, and there must be no mistakes.

At this point, Vince's tone turned cold: "Don't ask so much. I order you to stop your vacation and report to the company at the latest by tomorrow!" With a snap, he hung up the phone.

Amelia looked at the phone interface with a cool expression and suddenly exhaled a deep breath, having made up her mind.