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Chapter 37 He Saw Me Naked
Chapter 37 He Saw Me Naked
Chapter 37 He Saw Me Naked
All senses were stimulated at this moment.
The heat gradually permeated the neck and behind the ear.
Kendrick was awkward and turned away in a hurry.
Natalie realized when Kendrick's sight fell on her. She was frozen, her brain was like a rusty machine
"clattered" several times and then stopped there.
She didn't know how long it took before her stripped consciousness came back.
She stretched out her stiff fingers, pulled the quilt to cover herself, and then lay down like a robot.
She looked at the ceiling with her eyes open.
As if were several big characters on it--
He saw my boobs!
Kendrick came back to his senses, and his ears were still tinged with a little red. When he spoke, his
voice was hoarse and deeper than before, "Have a rest early."
After that, he wheeled his wheelchair and left.
Then she heard the door close.
Natalie sat up and touched her chin.
He must have seen it!
But he turned around fast.
Didn't he see it?
Natalie lowered her head and looked at herself.
It was quite something.
--
In the study.
The computer was on, and the screen flashed blue.
The project plan of dozens of pages just opened remained on the first page.
He didn't flip at all.
Kendrick stared at the computer screen and didn't know what he was thinking.
"You deserve all the tenderness and care in the world!"
"... I will not allow you to suffer any harm!"
"I just want to protect you. This time I can block the soup for you and the next time I can block the
gunshot."
These words were like waves churning in his mind.
They went on and on.
The scene suddenly changed in his mind.
The scene in his mind was as beautiful as the picture of a girl in an oil painting.
He couldn't help it.
Kendrick's hands were squeezed unconsciously.
He leaned back and rested on his chair.
He closed his eyes and pressed his eyebrows.
Soon, he sat up straight again and picked up the phone that was put aside.
His lips were tight. His slender and distinct fingers were rubbing the black phone, and the blue veins on
the back of his hand were bulging as he used the strength of the force.
His silhouette was cold and sharp when hidden in the dim light of the study, even his eyebrows
revealed some of his rages.
With the tip of his tongue on his back tooth, he exhaled and dialed the phone.
When he got through, he asked, "Where's Orion?"
The man on the phone replied, "He is still in the detention center and will be prosecuted next month." © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
"Next month?"
It was just a rhetorical question, and the man's tone was trembling, "Next week, the prosecution and
trial will start next week, and the collection of... evidence has ended."
Kendrick narrowed his eyes slightly and gave an order, "Get it done soon."
"O... OK."
"And," Kendrick said gently, "Don't let him get too comfortable!"
"Yes, we have been following your instructions."
It was already midnight.
Mr. Sloan was a little upset when he received the call from Kendrick. Kendrick didn't ask about Orion at
first, just said to let it happen at times.
Unexpectedly, he stepped in halfway.
It seemed that Orion's life was over.
Kendrick hung up the phone.
He still couldn't relieve the depression in his heart.
The moon and stars were shining outside the window.
However, his emotions changed a lot on this late summer night.
--
Orion was dragged up in the middle of the night, covered with sacks, and taken to an empty room.
He was severely beaten.
He knew he was doomed this time.
But everything went according to the process.
Tonight, was the first time he had ever been hit so hard.
He was almost dying.
He held his head, and in a bloody smell, he heard the people who hit him say, "You son of a bitch got
bad luck. Mr. Ramsey called in the middle of the night to let us teach you a lesson. It's fucking bad luck,
I didn't sleep well."
He kicked Orion heavily in the ribs.
Orion almost vomited blood.
Orion sobbed and said intermittently, "I... I want to see... Natalie."
Those people kicked him in the face and said, "What are you mumbling about? Do you want to meet
someone? You are going to see Death."
Orion curled up in pain.
He didn't know when things had changed completely.
Natalie couldn't save himself from death.
Even Litzy couldn't see her.
Litzy said that Natalie had forbidden Litzy to enter her home again.
The last time she begged, she was kicked out.
Where exactly had changed?
Orion didn't understand.
All his plans fell through.
Looked at this situation.
He was afraid that he might die in prison.
--
Natalie was woken up by the bell of her phone in the morning.
It was the special prompt tone set by her.
When she checked the phone, it was Dr. Walker's message.
She sat up excitedly from the bed.
It was all in Fayman and it made her have a headache in the morning.
Word by word, the person who sent the email was not Dr. Walker but his only student.
Signed by Owen Gentry.
Twenty-six years old.
Hamgradish.
The world's top neurologist.
He was a gifted teenager.
He would return home the next month. He was very interested in Natalie's proposal. He looked forward
to meeting her for academic discussion to promote the development of neuroscience.
Natalie looked at the contents of the email.
She went to the Internet and searched for Owen's background.
This--
It could be said that he was another version of her.
A gifted teenager graduated with a doctor's degree at the age of 22.
They chose the same specialty.
Even their birthday was the same day.
If it were not written gender male.
Natalie almost thought it was her own in the parallel world.
She touched her chin. That was too much of a coincidence.
After reading the Fayman information, Natalie caught the key points from it.
Owen, the world's top neurology surgeon, would return home next month.
He was interested in her proposal.
More importantly, he learned from Walker, so he must have known Kendrick.
Natalie got up from bed excitedly.
She had been suffering from being unable to complete such a complicated surgery by herself.
Was the helper coming soon?
--
Kendrick didn't sleep all night.
The light in the study was also on all night.
At 6:30 the next day, he appeared at the restaurant on time and poured himself a full cup of black
coffee.
Then he went to the company calmly.
He had a meeting in the morning.
During this period, he frequently distracted and stared at the conference screen. The scene in his mind
switched quickly, and at last, it was Natalie's face.
Kendrick insisted on finishing the meeting.
When he returned to the office, he took out his phone and looked at it.
It was weird today.
Natalie didn't send her a message.
She used to send him a good morning message and share some interesting pictures with him every
day.
Kendrick's response was brief.
Usually, she sent ten messages, and he would reply with one message.
But he replied very seriously, especially in the face of her questions.
As for the odd ones he didn't know how to reply, he would reply with stickers instead.
Unconsciously, he had formed the habit of waiting for her greeting every morning.
Unfortunately, no greetings today.
Kendrick pursed his lips, he tapped on the screen, then deleted them all, and put down the phone.
After a while, he picked up his phone again, clicked Search, and entered several keywords.
[Girls] [Chat] [Opening chat]