President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 867 Brother Felix

“In fact, I do not hate you at all, although you did do a lot of things to make me very sad, but I still know

that you will always be the one who will protect me, take care of me, promise to be good to me all my

life.”

Her eyes suddenly grew sour, as if they were full of tears.

But she was strong enough not to let a tear fall.

She chuckled. “Do you remember when I used to call you Brother Felix? I really wanted a brother back

then, so I followed you around.”

“But then, when I was training with you and you beat me up, I stopped calling you brother.”

“Because I have heard that other brothers love and spoil their sisters, and never beat them.”

“But you hit me, and I hated you, and swore that I would never call you brother again.”

“Do you remember it? You were angry with me for a long time about it, and you didn’t know why I

suddenly stopped calling you brother, so you gradually gave up.”

“Felix, if you wake up now, I’ll call you brother again, okay?”

The man in the bed did not respond, as if he had never even heard her.

Finally, Queeny's tears fell down silently.

She curled her lips and smiled.

“I'll take that as a yes if you don't say anything, or should I call you first? If you hear me, just respond

and open your eyes and look at me, okay?”

The man on the bed was still silent.

She leaned down to his ear and whispered, “Brother Felix...”

“Brother Felix...”

“Brother Felix...”

She did not know how many times she had called. The soft calls, like the howling wind, suddenly took

them to more than a decade ago.

Queeny's face was full of tears, but she kept a smile on her face.

Suddenly there was a slight movement in the fingers of the large hand she had been holding.

She gasped in disbelief, “Brother Felix?”

Donald, who was beside her, also saw it and ran excitedly, “His finger is moving! He is conscious!”

They both shed tears of joy.

Although Felix was not awake at this point, Queeny knew he could hear her.

He could actually hear her.

Feeling mixed and grateful, she continued to call him.

In the quiet room, her low voice one after another, accompanied by the man's even and weak breathing

sound, formed a harmonious and weird picture.

But except for the movement of his finger, there was no reply.

Donald said, “Miss Horton, take a break. You’re going to lose your voice.”

Queeny, however, shook her head.

She said softly, “Donald, do you think he can hear me? He can hear me, can’t he?”

Donald also had tears in his eyes.

“He can hear you, but he would prefer you to take care of yourself, or he won't be happy when he

wakes up and finds you like this.”

Queeny knew Donald was telling the truth.

So she wiped away her tears, forced a smile and said, “You're right. I should take care of myself until

he wakes up.”

Donald said, “Miss Horton, why don't you come over here and get some rest? You must have had a

bad night.”

He pointed to a makeshift bed beside him.

Queeny didn't refuse, she nodded and walked over.

She lay on the bed and looked at Felix lying there not far away.

Her thoughts were like a flood of complexity. Finally, she closed her eyes.

She didn't know whether it was because she was really tired or something else.

It was impossible for her to fall asleep, but she did fall asleep soon after lying there.

Seeing her asleep, Donald closed the door and exited softly.

Felix woke up the next afternoon.

At that moment, the sun was shining through the window, and he moved his fingertips and opened his

eyes.

The light outside made his eyes squint. He felt his hand gripped by something and, looking down, saw

the sleeping woman lying on the edge of the bed. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

The afternoon sun came in through the window and fell on her little white face. When he looked closely,

he could see the small, pale hair on her face, which was particularly pleasing.

Just then, Donald came in with something from outside.

When he saw that he was awake, he showed a look of surprise.

But before he could speak, Felix put a finger to his lips and made a gesture of silence.

He got that, so he just nodded and walked softly to the bed.

Queeny was fast asleep.

Maybe it was because she had been so tired these days. She had just sat on the edge of the bed with

him, and she had somehow fallen asleep.

Felix did not allow Donald to wake her, so Donald had to play it by ear.

Donald lowered his voice and smiled as he looked at her lovingly. “Miss Horton has been watching you

every step of the way since you were injured, and she’s exhausted.”

Felix nodded, his voice cracking. “I know.”

In fact, he felt her calling him vaguely that day.

It didn't seem to come from the ear, it seemed to come from deep inside the brain, through a distant

memory.

“Brother Felix...” One after another.

It had been a long time since he had heard such a sound.

With attachment, with reluctance, with so deep and complex feelings.

Felix's eyes were warm and unbelievably soft. He wanted to lift his fingers and gently stroke her face,

but he was afraid of waking her up, so he gave up.

Donald saw this and went out in silence.

He knew that what Mr. Bissel wanted at this point was not a variety of injury pills, but some alone time

with Miss Horton.

To Mr. Bissel, Miss Horton trumped all the good medicine in the world.

Queeny woke up, though.

She wasn't woken up by someone else, but she hasn’t been sleeping well these days.

She was sleeping soundly when, the next moment, the sight of Felix, covered in blood, sprang into her

mind and startled her awake.

She opened her eyes and looked at him blankly.

Her eyes were blurred, and it took a long time before they came into focus.

Finally, her eyes settled on his handsome face.

“You…”

She opened her mouth, and then, in the warm sunshine, a surprise sprang into her eyes.

“Are you awake?”

She almost jumped with surprise.

It was Felix's hand that saved her from falling to the ground.