Chapter 6 Being Carried in Mr. President's Arms

Er...what the hell...

Jill opened her mouth, trying to comfort him.

"Your mommy got bumped on the head and didn't recognize you just now." A clear and cold voice broke in.

The next moment, Leon, followed by a group of people, rushed into the ward.

He walked very fast, as if he was stepping on the wind and stared at her coldly. It was like a warning.

Jill suddenly remembered the crazy contract, so she was...a married woman with a husband, and a child?

"Mommy, is that so?" The little kid turned back and looked at her with great expectations.

How did she answer it...

Jill looked at his expecting small face and wanted to say "yes", but didn't have the heart to cheat him.

"Of course!" Leon replied for her after seeing she didn't answer.

While talking, he had walked to the bedside and bent, approaching her with ambiguous postures and warned in a voice that could only be heard by them, "Don't forget the contract we signed last night. You'd better cooperate with me!"

Jill raised her head to look at him. They got so close that her clips stroked over his face.

"I know. You...keep a distance from me!" She lowered her head awkwardly and stretched out her hands to push him away.

In the eyes of the little kid, their actions were kind of like flirting. Hence, his face turned from gloomy to bright.

"Mommy is blushing!" He clapped his hands happily.

It was good if he did not say it. After he spoke out, Jill felt her ears were burning hot.

Such an embarrassing scene...

"Sir, I've arranged the discharge for Miss... Grace." Nelson Xavier, the secretary-general of Leon said to him respectfully.

"Discharge? So quick?" Jill was a bit astonished. She couldn't be discharged from hospital considering her injury!

Er, wait, back then, how did that man call her?...Madam!?

"Let me explain it. Young master worries that you would disappear again so he insisted on bringing you home. As for your injury, don't worry, sir has arranged a professional medical team in the mansion. They will work 24/7." Nelson answered.

Did this little kid lack a sense of security so much? Did his biological mother abandon him?

Jill was very puzzled at the moment.

But it was so exaggerating. For her, that man, oh, Mr. President arranged a medical team? It cost a fortune!

"Madam, your leg got hurt. I'll hold you into the wheelchair." Nelson said, ready to hold her.

"Don't touch my mommy!" The little kid stopped Nelson with his small body and looked towards the man beside, "Daddy, you do it!"

Did he ask his father to hold her? But he was Mr. President!

Jill couldn't help shivering. She hadn't got over the intimate contact with him earlier.

She meant to refuse it, but saw Leon knitted his brows and bent to hold her up from the bed.

"You don't need to hold me. Actually I can walk by myself!" Jill was rather awkward in his arms. She had never thought someday she would be held in the arms by a president.

"Do you want my son to find out we are acting?" Leon lowered his voice to make sure his words could only be heard by them.

Jill turned her head, bumping into the little kid's puzzled eyes.

"Haha, I...worried that your dad would be exhausted!" She found an excuse with a smile.

"My dad is Hercules. Daddy, hold mommy into the car downstairs." The little kid said. It was another sentence which made her gloomy.

Jill thought this man would refuse, but to her surprise, he agreed and held her out of the ward.

"Alas, you don't have to do it. Just tell your son you are tired. He will agree to let me sit in the wheelchair." She said to the man holding her unwillingly.

Leon closed his lips tightly and took her words as air, leaving her a perfect profile.

It seemed that he was angry. But for her redundant explanation, the little kid wouldn't ask him to hold her downstairs.

Being held by him, Jill felt sort of guilty for him.

Being held by him like this, she was very awkward. It was not an embarrassment, but an invisible pressure. Though he didn't speak, just by standing beside her, the domineering aura around him made her breathless.

Soon they came downstairs.

So she became the "wife" of this man in the front and the "mother" of the kid behind in a daze?

Being held by him, Jill was disturbed in the heart. She was not sure if she made a sensible decision.

"Honey, I am feeling so bad!" While she was thinking, a coquettish voice sounded not far away from them.

Why did it sound so familiar? Jill felt she had heard it before.

"Then drink more water." A male voice sounded somewhat absent-minded.

This voice...

Jill was taken back and involuntarily looked towards the voice source. It was really him.