My Supermodel Wife

"Merry, long time no see!" Lilia hugged the young woman in front of her tightly. A big smile crossed his face.

Merry hugged him back and put his head on Lilia's shoulder. Her voice choked with sobs, "Sis Lilia, I miss you so much! Almost every day I always think about how much I want to go home and see you again!"​​

"I miss you too, Merry. Why don't you come home early? I'll pick you up at the airport if I know you'll be home." Lilia patted Merry's back. He felt that the young woman was still crying, so he automatically smoothed her tone and spoke softly.

Merry tilted her head and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, releasing her arms. He s.u.c.k.e.d his nose and said, "I just got here. Clifford went to the airport to get me."

After Merry finished speaking, he turned to face Jean. She bit her lip and looked hesitant, then in the end she said sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Jean."

"No problem. Come on in." Said Jean briefly.

The man turned and walked towards Chris's ward, but Merry immediately grabbed Lilia's arm. In his large eyes, was reflected a clear tension and fear. All these feelings made Merry hesitate to take a step forward.

Lilia's steps were held back by Merry's grip. He turned his head and gave her a confused look. "What is wrong?"

Merry lowered her head and pressed her lips together, as if trying to hold back her emotions. When he finally raised his head, Merry asked, "Sis Lilia, Sis Chris ... is Sis Chris going to die ?!"

The young woman's sudden question took Lilia by surprise. "Didn't you enter Brother Chris's ward earlier?" He asked in surprise.

Merry shook her head with tears in her eyes, "The doctor is doing routine checks inside, so he told me to wait outside."

Merry first learned about Chris' news when he was in the United States. Ever since he heard the news, it had been a day and a night before. Merry had rushed back worriedly, but he couldn't even see her. Chris was lying on a ward separated by a wall, yet he could only stand in front of the door, couldn't even see his face.

The doctor said that this was just a routine check. Isn't this routine check-up taking too long? Is Chris's situation really that complicated?

Lilia automatically glanced at Jean, her gaze asking the man for help. He didn't know how to answer Merry's question, which everyone here was also asking. Ever since Chris fell into a coma, everyone's hearts had always been filled with worry. Anything to soothe your heart sounds artificial and unbelievable.

Lilia sighed softly, then she slowly took Merry's hand, as if to give her courage. On the way to the ward with her, Lilia said wisely, "Brother Chris will be fine. You have to trust him, Merry."

Merry closed her mouth tightly. After all that had happened, she didn't trust Chris at all now!

At first, the man said that he would not go. But Chris quietly returned to Indonesia when Merry fell asleep. Later, Chris also said that he would return to the United States as soon as possible, but the man broke his promise.

Merry almost shed tears as she walked towards Chris's ward. This fragile appearance made Lilia's heart very uncomfortable, and it was accompanied by several inexplicable and complicated emotions. The relationship between Merry and Chris seems very close. No wonder the young woman panicked when she heard that Chris was hospitalized.

Outside the ward door, they stopped for several minutes. The doctor who was doing regular checkups for Chris also came out from the inside in time. Merry s.u.c.k.e.d her nose and opened her red eyes. He waited anxiously for the doctor's reply.

Alan Hartanto was the one who escorted the doctor out. During this period, Alan came to the hospital almost every day, but Chris's situation never got better.

The doctor who examined Chris was standing at the door, looking at the note sheet in his hand. Then he looked at Alan and said, "At this time, Mr. Chris's physical signs have stabilized, and the injured coronary artery has recovered. Yes, you don't need to worry too much, Mr. Alan."

After hearing the doctor's answer, Merry, who was hiding behind Lilia, turned even paler.

Coronary arteries… does that mean there is something wrong with Chris's heart ?!

Alan, who was opening the door to the doctor's ward, nodded when he heard her, "Then when will she come to her senses?" Alan asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

The doctor was embarrassed and immediately waved both hands. "Unfortunately, we can't predict that yet! After all, this hurts the position of the heart. But according to the current situation, as long as Mr. Chris continues to rest like now, the chances of getting up are still very high!"

"Thank you, doctor." Alan thanked the doctor and watched him leave. He raised his hand and massaged his forehead before he turned to Jean and asked, "When did you all come back from Jakarta?"

Jean walked to the ward answering, "Yesterday."

Alan nodded with a deep tired expression between his brows. He stood by the door and let the visitors into the ward. After Lilia passed, the last person to enter was Merry. The young woman had a pale face, as if she could pass out at any moment.

Merry? Didn't you go to the United States? " Alan asked in surprise.

Alan and Merry didn't get along very well, but they had at least played together as kids. Alan remembers that Merry always liked running behind Chris and his friends. He heard that Samuel, the head of the Hiroshi Family, had sent his daughter to study in the United States recently.

So how could Merry come back to Indonesia so quickly? Did she leave her studies to see Chris? If that was true, then Alan felt that Samuel would kill Chris if he woke up from his coma.

Merry, who walked with his head bowed, looked up when he heard his name being called. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she recognized Alan.

"Brother Alan, long time no see!" Merry bowed his head and greeted him excitedly.

Alan coughed awkwardly when he heard Merry call his name. The nickname made him remember their happy childhood moments. However, when they were growing up, there was this ridiculous feud, which made Chris his victim.

Of course, Merry didn't know what Alan was thinking. He only remembers that Alan was the one who played with Chris and the others a lot.

After greeting Alan, Merry set foot into the ward. Her gaze was immediately fixed on the bed, to be more precise, at the man lying on it with his eyes closed. Merry took a step forward with trembling legs. In an instant, tears filled her eyes.

After knowing her for so long, Merry had never seen Chris look so weak and frail. The Chris who was in his mind was a man who was a little proud and cunning, but reliable. Chris always looked at Merry with eyes filled with tenderness, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the whole world.

Merry was not at all ready to see this sad figure of Chris. The man's cheeks were tapered after sleeping for a long time, and a beard began to appear on his chin. The man's skin looked pale, a sign that he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. If it weren't for the faint heaving of her c.h.e.s.t, Merry would have thought Chris was dead.