Became A Queen After divorce

The blond henchman’s current mood was as mixed as the color-changing chicken soup, uncertain of his fate after drinking it, so he wanted to make some last words.

“Mr. Hurst, I…”

“You don’t need to say, I understand.”

If Pearl didn’t understand Sam’s previous refusal, she was completely enlightened now. Feeling both angry and amused, she complained lightly, “You two are just acting, creating such a tragic atmosphere!”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it.”

“The stuff in this wrapper is chicken essence. I was afraid you might find the taste lacking, so I intentionally brought some from home.”

It turns out it wasn’t poison, but just ordinary chicken essence used in the kitchen. Even knowing the truth, the blond henchman still found the soup terrifying.

“Miss Pearl, don’t misunderstand. I have no doubts about you poisoning me. I’ll drink it now.”

Trembling, the young man took the bowl of oddly colored chicken soup, closed his eyes after a deep breath, and drank it.

In his mind, he thought, “Farewell, my respected Mr. Hurst. I will always remember you.”

After a few big gulps, the blond henchman’s mind went blank, followed by golden little stars and colorful rainbows.

He stood there, holding the bowl devoutly, laughing foolishly.

“Hehe, red, orange, yellow, green… such beautiful rainbows, Mr. Hurst, look, there’s a rainbow!”

Sam’s smile turned from relief to sympathy.

“Good lad, you’ve worked hard. I’ve decided to give you three days off. Are you going home or…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the blond henchman collapse in front of him and her-foaming at the mouth, convulsing.

The sudden change shocked Sam. He couldn’t help but furrow his brows and ask the dumbfounded Miss Pearl, “What did you put in this soup?”

Pearl raised her hands in panic, her face pale, hurriedly explaining, “I swear I only added soy sauce, salt, chicken essence, sugar, and pepper. Nothing else!”

Aren’t these just common seasonings used in cooking? She just added a little bit of each… that’s all.

Sam rubbed his temples lightly with his fingers, then glanced at his unconscious subordinate on the ground. He sighed softly.

“What are you standing there for? Press the red button on my bedside to call the doctor.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll do it right away!”

In her haste, Pearl accidentally stepped on the blond henchman, startling him with a cry.

“Ah!”

Losing her balance, she fell, coincidentally into Sam’s arms.

As their distance suddenly closed, their eyes met, and at that moment of exchanging breaths, there seemed to be an invisible electric current surging through their bodies.

Pearl was completely stunned, with only one thought in her mind constantly circling. [Should I take the opportunity to kiss him?]

Meanwhile, Sam, rare for him, blushed at this moment. He had never seen such a foolish woman before! If she weren’t Declan’s daughter, she probably wouldn’t have survived to this age.

“Miss Pearl, although my embrace is warm, don’t forget there’s still someone on the ground who needs urgent medical attention.”

With his kind reminder, Pearl blushed even more.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright! But I’m afraid I’ll have to stay in the hospital for a few more days. Miss Pearl, don’t blame yourself. I don’t blame you at all.”

Though his tone was kind, the words he uttered made Pearl feel even more embarrassed.

“Mr. Hurst, you’re too kind, but this is indeed my fault. Let me see how your injuries are, does it hurt?”

“I’m fine, Miss Pearl, don’t worry.”

“No, you should still undo your shirt and let me have a look. I fell quite heavily just now, I don’t want you to get bruises.”

“You really don’t need to…”

The two of them began a tug-of-war again.

Miss Pearl insisted on unbuttoning his shirt to check his injuries, while Sam wore a helpless expression, tightly holding onto his collar.

Anyone witnessing this would think it was a woman trying to seduce a man in his room, and the latter was resisting to death.

It was at this moment that the doctor and nurses rushed in.

They never expected to see such an inappropriate scene. The younger nurses’ eyes widened with envy and a smile on their faces.

Finally, it was the doctor who had a bit more composure. He cleared his throat before entering the room.

“Who’s the patient?”

Seeing the two on the bed still in a lovey-dovey state, it didn’t seem like they were seriously ill.

Suddenly, a weak voice reached the doctor as a hand slowly lifted, grabbing his pants cuff.

“It’s… it’s me.”

At first, the doctor thought it was a ghost in broad daylight, but when he lowered his head, he saw another person lying beside him.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

No wonder he hadn’t noticed the blond henchman earlier. The handsome couple in the room had completely captured his attention.

“Young man, you’ve got food poisoning. Get him on the stretcher and take him to the gastroenterology department.”

“Yes, doctor.”

They hurriedly came and went, taking away the blond henchman.

The ward didn’t return to tranquility because Libby had arrived.

Not only that, but there was also someone behind her.

It was Ruth.

From the smell in the air, it was clear that the thermos she held also contained chicken soup.

Sam was puzzled. Why were these two here?

Libby, in her high heels, confidently walked into the ward with a sexy and confident stride, her 1. 7-meter height enough to overlook everything.

With a gentle smile, her bell-like voice carried a hint of coldness.

“Pearl, you’re quite something. But I admit men like Mr. Hurst are indeed attractive.”

As she said this, Libby glanced teasingly at the woman behind her.

Curious about the thermos in her hand, she asked coldly, “Is this Pearl’s friend?”

Ruth tightly held the handle of the thermos, trembling. Her head felt like it wanted to hide in her collar.

“Yes, I-I’m… Pearl’s friend.”

“Pearl’s friend?”

Hearing this unfamiliar title, Libby laughed. What she said next was a blow to Ruth’s self-esteem.

“My little sister is Miss Pearl Gilliam of the Gilliam family.”

“In the future, the entire Gilliam family will belong to her. The cost of a meal may be worth half a year of your salary.”

“Oh, and this outfit you’re wearing, she gave it to you, right? It doesn’t seem to fit well around the waist.”