The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 49

Meredith was carried into the car, and she could feel Derek's body temperature from where the two of

them came into contact. It was mild and warm, and it made her want to indulge in it and not to wake up.

However, a moment later, she came to her senses, reached out, and pulled the man's clothes on his

chest, "Put me down. I can walk by myself."

Derek glanced at Meredith. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper. Because of the cold, her lips had

already lost their healthy red sheen and had an unhealthy purplish-green color. However, her eyes

were still bright and full of stubbornness.

What was this woman trying to do? How could she walk now?

Derek frowned and said in an unhappy tone, "Why are you being pretentious?"

It was rare for him to treat a woman so gently, but Meredith did not seem to care.

"I... I, I smell." Meredith said awkwardly. The water that Clara had just splashed on her was dirty and

smelled awful. How could a clean freak like Derek stand it?

Moreover, his clothes were also custom-made, and she couldn't afford to pay for them if they were dirty

and smelly because of her.

Derek's already dark face turned colder. Meredith was ready to be thrown down, but the man holding

her only quickened his steps and threw her directly into the car seat.

"They splashed dirty water on you?"

Even Derek was well informed but had never seen such a thing. She poured cold sewage on her own

daughter in the middle of winter?

Were they family or enemies?

Meredith did not speak, and the smile on her lips became a little more self-deprecating. This kind of

thing seemed like a fantasy to outsiders, but she was already used to it.

No one would believe it if she told them about it, or just said to her that "if you didn't do it wrong, why

would they do this to you?"

Over time, Meredith stopped telling others these things.

Derek looked at the woman in the rearview mirror. She was indeed smiling, but the despair in that smile

was suffocating. His heart seemed to stop for a moment.

"Next time, don't go back there alone." Derek looked away and looked at the road in front of him.

For the first time, he felt that he had never actually known Meredith before. He was so preconceived

that he regarded her as a woman who was not worth paying attention to.

Perhaps things were not as simple as he had imagined.

...

The car was moving smoothly and the heater was running well. Meredith soon felt the warmth return to

her body.

As soon as she was warm, she could only feel that she could hardly keep her eyes open. A wave of

drowsiness came over her. She tried to stay awake, but she could not resist the fatigue from the depths

of her body and fell asleep with her body tilted.

Derek parked his car at the hospital.

He wasn't sure if Meredith would catch a cold, so he sent her straight to the hospital.

Meredith did not notice that the car had stopped. She was sleeping soundly. Derek looked at the

sleeping woman. Her slender body was huddled in the back seat, tightly wrapped in the suit jacket he

had just given her. She looked pitiful.

Once in a while, Derek took pity on her and did not wake her up. Instead, he gently reached out his

hands, took Meredith off the car seat, and walked into the hospital.

...

Meredith felt like she had a long dream. All these years, she was used to having nightmares, but this

dream was not as full of lies, pain, and betrayal as it used to be.

She dreamed that someone reached out and pulled herself out of the darkness. When she was about

to see the man's face, she woke up.

The person in the dream... Was it Derek?

Meredith sat up and realized that she was in the hospital. The snow-white walls were colorless and

looked extremely cold.

Struggling to get out of bed, Meredith noticed that she had an drip on her hand. Did Derek send her

straight to the hospital?

She thought that she seemed to have fallen asleep in the car. How did Derek get her to bed? Did he

carry her in his arms as he did in the Masons?

Meredith's face blushed at the thought of the man's broad chest and the faint smell of cologne.

Then, she shook her head. How could she think about these...

How could someone like Derek fall for her? He clearly hated her.

Just as she was thinking about it, the door was opened and Derek walked in. When he saw her awake,

his tightly knitted brows relaxed a little, "You're awake? How do you feel?"

Not long after Derek sent Meredith to the hospital, she had a fever. He had no choice but to go through

the hospitalization procedures immediately and ask the doctor to give her an infusion to reduce the

inflammation.

"The patient's body is already very weak, and she still has a cold now. Fortunately, you came early,

otherwise... Maybe something bad will happen."

Thinking of what the doctor said and recalling Meredith's weight as light as a piece of paper, the man

lowered his voice, "You have a fever. The doctor said you were seriously ill. He asked you to stay in the

hospital for a few more days and then you can leave the hospital after you are completely recovered."

"But my job..." When Meredith heard that she was going to be hospitalized, she immediately thought of

the task the Mr. Xavier had given her.

She didn't want to anger him because of the illness.

"Will the Xaviers abuse you and force you to work even when you're sick?" Derek glanced at her, "You

should rest here for the next few days so that you won't faint at the company. Or there will be a rumor

that the Xavier Group is abusing its employees."

Meredith nodded, "I see."

After a while, Derek asked someone to send for dinner.

Meredith watched as the man delivered a huge pile of food that looked completely out of her league.

She couldn't help but look at Derek, who was sitting by the side, "This... Is there anyone else coming?"

Derek glanced at her, "The doctor said you were malnourished, so these are all yours. Eat more so that

people won't think I'm not giving you food."

Although the words were not pleasant to hear, Meredith still felt warm in her heart. She lowered her

head and looked at the exceptionally rich and nutritious dinner. Her eyes felt a little sore and swollen,

"Thank you..."

Meredith's voice was very low, but it was still accurately heard by Derek. The man's lips curled slightly,

and then, as if he realized something, he straightened his face and stood up, "You just stay here. I have

something to do."

Meredith nodded and looked at Derek, who seemed to be in a bad mood all of a sudden, without

asking anything. She was used to the man's moodiness.

Now that he wanted her to take care of her body, she should eat well. Health was the foundation in

doing everything else, and she couldn't get sick again.

Derek walked out of the hospital and Damian handed over the information that Derek had asked for.

It was all about the investigated information about Meredith in previous years. Derek opened it, flipping

through the document with his slender fingers and frowning.