Love Takes Time

Leila didn't know how long she had slept. She felt as if she was floating in a sea, and there was no piece of floating wood in her hand. She was wrapped in a great panic, and when a warm object came to her, she felt a little relieved.

Holding her dancing hands in the air, Max's face turned cold and gloomy. If Mr. Zhang had been late, would she only have a fever?

Max's usually calm heart became restless at this moment. He narrowed his eyes at her pretty and fair face. She seemed to have been asleep very quietly. The restlessness at the previous moment had totally disappeared. Only the sweat soaked hair on her forehead indicated the nightmare she had just had.

"Max, don't worry. She is fine now."

A clear male voice was heard. A man in a white coat walked in, with a pair of gold rimmed glasses on his face and a mixed man who looked even elegant. He would only be in danger when he slightly squinted his eyes.

However, Max didn't turn back. Gripping Leila's hand tightly, he didn't utter a word.

Zed walked up to him and looked at the woman on the bed following his eyes. It was the first time for him to see Max show his expression of holding her in her arms, and he was like a ghost messenger coming from hell.

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he thought that perhaps this woman was very attractive, because she could make Zed, who was a private doctor, rush to the hospital in a hurry.

Her injury was not serious. She just fainted after being hit heavily. In addition, she was caught in rain and had a fever. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Max, it is a waste of talent for you to let me come here."

Hearing this, Max looked at him indifferently.

"Why should we keep an useless doctor?"

He knew that he was asking for a snub, so

he was still stared at coldly by Max. He said in a low voice, "you only look at one-sided things. You have believed in someone and taken your own situation into consideration in time. That's why you were attacked today."

He pointed out her shortcomings, regardless of the slightest prestige. Leila was not convinced, but she could only listen to his lesson.

"In the final analysis, you are too confident that victory is inevitable."

His voice was cold. Leila pressed her lips and said nothing. Although she didn't want to admit, what he said made sense.

She did not tell Max about it in the beginning. It was just as he said that she was confident that she could solve it. In the end, it was her own fault to resulted in the current situation.

Sitting on the bed, Leila looked a little sad.

Hearing that, Max took a look at her and then turned his eyes. "But fortunately, you lure that person out and solved such a big trouble."

When his words came out, Max slightly frowned. Why did he make an unnecessary move to say that to her?

Leila didn't notice his difference because what he said made her recover a little. Thinking about it carefully, she wondered if he was comforting her?