Darling, Don't Run Away

"Do you still want to live or not?"

Shelby King's heart thumped a bit, lowered her eyes and pressed the cotton ball, laughing in pale: "Why are you making a big deal about it? Just a fever, though."

"Shelby, are you aware of the severity of leukemia or not?"

The elegant face of the diagnostician, was full of chill, forcing his anger: "Now even the common cold virus can kill you!"

He wrote the diagnosis in a flowing script with an expressionless face: "I don't care what kind of star you are, call your agent immediately for hospitalization."

"Senior."

The physician's pen twisted suddenly and redundant strokes appeared.

Shelby's white eyes obstinately looked at Jonathan Smith with a weak plea, "I owe you a favor."

Jonathan pinched his brows with a little obscure under his eyes.

After a while, he compromised, "It's fine not to be hospitalized, but come here to check up regularly, and avoid excessive exercise during the day, don't bleed and leave wounds on your body, and....."

He suddenly paused and looked at her, "Did you take your medicine on time?"

"Yes, I did." She kept the pills in another medicine bottle for fear of being found out.

Jonathan's brows locked lightly, his eyes were still showing disapproving: "If the fever comes back, you must be hospitalized!"

Shelby obediently nodded, her fingers slightly clenched, "Senior, how much time do I have if I don't find the bone marrow?"

Jonathan's face swiftly changed, just about to speak, Shelby looked at him with bitterness in her eyes and a struggle: "I want to hear the truth."

"...Less than a year."

Was that all the time she had left?

Shelby froze, and the place near her heart faintly ached.

Jackson Johnson .......

Jonathan's brows furrowed, not wanting to let Shelby lose her hope, soothing her: "I am here with you, I will definitely cure you."

Shelby bit her lips tightly and raised her eyes, "Senior, if I get pregnant, what are the chances of a successful delivery?"

"Are you crazy?"

Jonathan's face suddenly sank.

"In your current condition, pregnancy will speed up the deterioration of your condition! You probably won't even last six months!"

Shelby smiled bitterly in her heart, but she wanted a child.

A child of hers and Jackson's.

But .........

Shelby left the clinic in a daze. She wondered if her fever was too heavy, she saw Jackson in a trance.

He snuggled up a beauty tightly in his arms, with a look of tenderness she had never seen before.

And the woman in his arms, full of shyness, was the hit star Zoey Wilson!

Turn out all the photos taken online were real!

Shelby was feeling breathless and there were almost tears coming into her dry red eyes.

No wonder he hadn't come home for days on end. It turned out that he was tired of her.

Shelby's felt bitter in her mouth, but the next second she seemed to see Jackson glancing this way.

Afraid of being discovered by the man, she hurriedly turned around, only to accidentally hit the nursing cart that the nurse had pushed, letting out a 'thud'.

She blanched in pain.

The nurse was startled, just as she was inquiring, a white shadow hurriedly swept past and nervously asked Shelby, "How is it? Any injuries on your skin?"

Then he yelled at the nurse, "What were you doing without even noticing if there's anyone in front of you?"

The nurse didn't expect that Doctor Smith, who had always been mild-mannered, would actually throw a fit and ran away with red eyes on the spot.

A cold sweat seeped from the corner of Shelby's forehead as she held back the pain and said, "Doctor Smith, I'm fine."

Jonathan frowned and directly squatted down to examine her legs.

He had just reached out when someone pushed him away.

Jonathan was slightly annoyed and when he looked up, he found that it was a handsome, cold man.

Shelby didn't expect Jackson to actually see herself and come over.

Looking at his furrowed sword brows, she said uneasily and cautiously, "I'm fine, I just accidentally bumped into it."

Jackson looked at her pale face, which had just sunk.

Zoey on the other side was calling out to him, " President Johnson, it's almost time."

Shelby noticed Jackson's embarrassment in a flash, and bitterness welled up in her throat, revealing her usual meek smile: "I am fi......"

Before the words were finished, she was picked up by Jackson who did not say a word.

Jonathan saw the unusual relationship between Shelby and this man and guessed that the one she had always secretly loved should be him.

With a frown, he stopped in front of Jackson: "She needs to have a checkup."

Jackson's gaze was harsh: "Get out of the way."

Jonathan didn't take a step back.

Jackson's handsome face sank, and in a flash, it was like falling into an ice cellar.

Patients coming and going, as well as health care workers, were afraid to approach.

He saw the woman in his arms looking uneasily towards Jonathan as if she was asking for help. So he wrapped his arms around her waist with a violent force.

Shelby ate the pain and barely revealed a wisp of smile, "Doctor Smith, I'm fine, really."

Jackson coldly held Shelby and left as Jonathan staggered away.

........

Private hospital, Specialist clinic.

Shelby's leg didn't bleed, but the bruise was a bit serious.

The bruise on the snow-white calf was particularly eye-catching.

At her insistence, no CT was done, just a cream was prescribed.

Upon heading out of the hospital, Jackson received a phone call, and when he hung up, his brows furrowed for a few seconds, looking at Shelby and seemed to have something to say.

Shelby thought about the female voice that she had accidentally heard just now, it must be Zoey.

She lowered her eyes and hid all her bitterness.

"President Johnson, you can go ahead and fix your business, I'll just take a cab by myself."

Jackson looked at her with such a generous and unconcerned look, a tinge of unspecified annoyance gathered between his eyebrows and he turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Shelby subconsciously shouted to stop him, her palms were sweaty: "You...Are you coming back tonight?"

After saying that, she lowered her head, her heart beating faster in bursts.

Jackson's cold voice drifted over far: "You are too much in charge."

The sound of footsteps gradually went away: "Shelby, figure out your place."

"Don't do anything superfluous."

Superfluous?

Shelby's heart ached and she couldn't control her tears from dropping heavily onto the ground.

Seven years.

She had loved him for seven years.

She never dared let him know in order to stay by his side for longer.

He could not know.

Shelby looked at the empty ward and smiled bitterly.

Two years ago, it was she who cried and told him she needed lots and lots of money and took the initiative to set up the deal. She had been kept and supported by him as a lover.

In his mind, he probably thought she was a woman who loved vanity, how could he know that she had always loved him?

She had been doing well before.

For two years she had dressed the way he liked, obeying him as carefully as an obedient canary.

Even when he slandered her for being "unwilling to be in the room", she didn't say a word in response and acted like a mistress.

He loathed her gold worship, but tolerated her as well.

"You have less than a year."

Shelby overflowed with mournful laughter. Her heart was empty and the room was full of cold wind.

She blamed herself for being indiscreet.

She also blamed herself for being greedy.

At least she was still with him.

At night, Jackson's car appeared outside the courtyard.

Shelby was full of joy, rushed over and ran into him. And before she could remember to open her mouth, she was stopped by his mouth of a strong smell of alcohol.

She couldn't see the man's expression, but she took the highest enthusiasm to respond, as if it was the only way to keep the warmth of his affection for her longer.

A little longer.

........

Ring!

The alarm clock was ringing, Shelby dazedly rolled over and rolled onto a warm and broad chest, smelling a fragrance of coldness, she jerked open her almond eyes.

Coming into her eyes was a handsome face with sharp angles, sword eyebrows, straight nose and thin lips.

Last night was not a dream!

He was really back.

A glimmer of joy rose in her heart, and she couldn't help but reach out her hand to depict his sharp sword eyebrows with infatuation and caution.

Until her phone rang again.

She hurriedly pressed it off, fearing to wake him up, and gently took her phone to the bathroom.

"It's eight o'clock, and don't you forget the meet-and-greet today at ten." The impatient Mia, like an old mother, repeatedly admonished her, "Dress well, there are a lot of reporters coming."

Shelby was afraid of disturbing the man who was still sleeping and pressed her voice to say yes in succession.

She hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Silently pushing open the bathroom door, she found the man awake, a pair of deep inked eyes just facing her way.

Her heart dropped a beat and she opened her mouth in panic, "You, you're awake."

"Come here."

He reached out his slender hand towards her, his just-awakened voice was dark and magnetic.

She compelled herself to walk over.

He pulled her to the bed and then pressed her under, kissing skillfully over her ear.

She gave a sensitive shudder.

Feeling that nimble wandering hand ignite a paroxysm of lust, the pale little face flushed with red, thinking of something else: "I, I still have a mee............

The result was a kiss on the lips.

There was no way to say no.

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It wasn't until nine o'clock that Shelby got out of bed with difficulty.

The phone rang a few times.

She replied a message to Mia, then hurried off to change her clothes.

She was in such a hurry that she slipped and almost fell over.

Luckily, the man who had just come out of the bathroom helped her over.

She made an involuntary swallowing motion when she saw his naked upper body close at hand, his fine muscles full of power, his lower body wrapped around a clean white towel, the occasional droplet of water sliding over there.

"Haven't you had enough?"

The man's low voice rang out.

The deep meaning of this tease caused Shelby's heart to race and her ears to turn red.

Fearing that the man might do something else, she escaped into the bathroom.

The man's eyes darkened.

Shelby finished washing up and looked at herself in the mirror, found her face a little bit pale.

She rubbed it hard enough to make it look rosy before she gave a shallow smile.

As soon as she came out, Jackson noticed that she was rarely wearing a sexy wrap-around hip skirt, showing her two snow-white legs that were straight and long, and his deep, cold eyes flickered, "Where to?"

Shelby said in a small voice, "There's a press conference."

Jackson lifted Shelby's chin, his handsome eyes narrowed: "Am I not giving you enough money?"

Shelby unconsciously bit her lip and lowered her head.

Probably in the heart of the successful man, he did not want his lover to show her face in public. He wanted her to stay in the cage like a beautiful canary, waiting for the visit.

She felt a pang of pain in her heart, but still showed a good and obedient face, unwilling to let him see anything.

"I'm just a little bored and trying to find something to do."

"Bored?"

The man repeated this word, his half-closed deep eyes swept over with a touch of mockery.

Shelby paused without following the topic, and as soon as she looked up, he saw the man's cold back.

It was as if he didn't care what she said or did.

That stifling feeling quickly spread throughout the body.

She stood in place for a while.

The "beeping" of a text message coming from her cell phone, so she got up and dressed up.

Coming down the stairs, she saw Jackson, who was sitting at the dining table. Her steps became careful.

Usually, that men always left without eating breakfast.

She was a little ecstatic to see him sitting here.

"Miss King, come over here and have breakfast." Maid Lee called her eagerly.

Shelby gathered a look of joy and thought of something, so she asked Maid Lee to give her a cup of warm water.

Adroitly, she drank the medicine with water.

The pill bottle had the word 'contraception' written on it.

She had just finished her drink when she heard the man's cool voice: "You really are considerate."

The man picked up a paper towel and wiped his white jade-like hands gracefully, the handsome face without a superfluous expression, the usual indifference.

Looking closely, there was a coldness in his eyes.

He walked up to her and stared at her delicate makeup, eyes landing on her seductive red lips.

He grabbed her chin.

The force was so strong that she was in pain.

"Wearing so little and being so considerate, are you rushing to find the next one? The doctor?"

The cold, sneering tone made Shelby feel like her chest had been hammered hard by something.

Was that how he thought about her?

She felt a little upset and didn't know what she was doing wrong.

Forced herself to reveal a meek smile, she leaned over the way the man always liked: "Young master Gu, you are so handsome and generous, such a gold master. How can I go to the next?"

She was very good-looking. And now she was wearing a wrap-around hip dress that made her figure look fabulous and attractive.

At the thought of her going out dressed like this, the man's handsome face sank a little.

Staring at Shelby's reluctant smile, his thin, cool lips hooked a hint of mockery: ''Gold master? Then be obedient and don't make me get tired of you."

Shelby really didn't expect Jackson to say such things.

The thin lashes quivered and even the delicate makeup was making her look pale.

"Yes. Did I do something wrong to upset you?"