His Beloved Mate

Cassie was scared to death! Damn it! Dylan?!

On the screen, Dylan looked at Cassie with a gloomy face and asked coldly, "Who allow you enter my study room without permission? !"

Looking at his fierce face, Cassie suddenly felt scared. She stuttered, "I... I didn't mean to. I have something to talk to you, but you are not in the study room. So I... "

Before Cassie could finish her words, Dylan interrupted her coldly, "Mrs. Cassie! Is it because I indulge you too much that you have the illusion that you can do whatever you want in the West Mountain Linyu?

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His tone was cold and apathetic. Cassie pursed her lips and lowered her head without saying anything. Dylan got angry, "Get out!!"

Raising her arrogant head, Cassie smiled sarcastically and said through gritted teeth, "Okay! You asked me to get out!"

She walked out of the study room angrily, with resentment and grievance in her eyes. She went back to the bedroom, packed her luggage and dragged it out of the bedroom.

In the hall, on the white tile floor, Cassie was wearing a pair of light colored high heels, dragging her suitcase and rushing to the door angrily. She muttered, "You are a bad capitalist! Humph! I will get out of here as you wish!"

As soon as Cassie finished speaking, her face darkened. She subconsciously took two steps back.

Bodyguards of the West Mountain Linyu were standing at the door! Hundreds of bodyguards in black suits were lined up in a row. Standing in front of them, Cheryl and Carter lead them to surround her. Cassie was frightened to take two steps back. She turned around, but found that there were also bodyguards surrounding her behind.

She looked at Carter in astonishment and asked, "What are you doing?!"

Carter lowered his head respectfully and said, "Mr. Dylan doesn't allow you to leave."

He looked at Cassie in a neither humble nor pushy manner. Cassie turned to look at Cheryl. Cheryl was very conflicted, she tried to persuade Cassie awkwardly, "Cassie... Don't make things difficult for us. Let's talk about it when the CEO comes back, okay?"

Cassie sneered, "Wait for him to come back?! I'm afraid I'll die when he comes back!"

She looked at Carter stubbornly and said, "What if I have to leave today?!"

Carter lowered his head and said, "Then, don't blame us for being rude."

He gave a sign to the bodyguards, and the others immediately understood. They stepped forward, carried up Cassie and went upstairs to the bedroom. Cassie kicked the bodyguard and struggled to scold, "You! Put me down! "

However, no matter how loud she yelled, the bodyguard was unmoved. When Cassie became fierce, she opened her mouth and bit the bodyguard's shoulder. The bodyguard just groaned in pain and didn't stop moving forward.

Bang! The door was locked from outside.

Cassie was thrown to the bed by the bodyguard, and the suitcase fell to the ground. The TV in the bedroom suddenly lit up, and Carter and Cheryl appeared on the screen. Carter said, "Mr. Dylan is on his way home. Sorry for making you suffer."

Cheryl coaxed her, "Cassie, don't be angry. I asked Belle to make milk tea for you. Didn't you say that girls would get old if they were angry? Don't be angry. I'll bring it to you right away, okay?"

Oh, milk tea?! Even the Sprite couldn't make her better!

She gritted her teeth and turned off the TV.

Cassie was so angry that she racked her brains to think of the curse words. Finally, she could only spit out angrily, "Rich people are abnormal!"

She sat on the bed. No one talked to her, no one persuaded her, and no one quarreled with her.

She didn't sleep well last night, so she was sleepy. She stood up, took out the pill, swallowed it and lay down wrapped in the quilt.

It was already evening when Dylan came back.

It was quiet in the bedroom. Carter opened the door for him with the key. The bedroom was unusually quiet.

Confused, Dylan walked into the bedroom. The white pills and water glass on the bedside table came into his view. Looking at Cassie on the bed, five words suddenly popped out of his mind -- she wanted to commit suicide.

The label on the bottle was torn off, and even the pills were gone. There was only half a glass of water left. Dylan's eyes widened. Looking at Cassie on the bed, he lifted her up and shouted in panic, "Carter!" Carter walked out in a hurry. Dylan had never been so flustered before. Looking at Cassie in Dylan's arms, he asked, "What's wrong with Mrs. Cassie?!"

"She wanted to commit suicide! Get the car ready! "

The five words of Dylan were flustered and anxious. Carter and Cheryl was shocked and went to do it in a hurry.

In the president's ward, the warm light shone on the two people in front of the French window.

"She is fine. She should only have taken some vitamin C pills. Why do you think she was going to commit suicide?"

Standing beside the bed, Leon frowned at Dylan.

The stone hanging in the bottom of Dylan's finally heart dropped, and his expression relaxed. He lifted his lips. After a long time, he said in silence, "Never mind."

Leon chuckled, "Will a simple quarrel between a couple lead to suicide? You really don't want to explain it to me?"

Dylan looked at him sharply, "Doctor Leon, please remember to be a private doctor!"

Hearing that, Leon lifted his lips and said with a smile, "Well, since you don't want to say it, I won't ask any more. She must be too tired, so she fell asleep and was about to wake up. I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything."

Dylan nodded.

In front of her was a dazzling incandescent lamp, as luxurious as the ceiling and crystal lamp of the hotel, which made her in a trance for a moment. Cassie opened her eyes in a haze. She had a headache because she had slept for too long. She rubbed her temples and turned around, only to see Dylan sitting next to her.

She just woke up and her voice was a little hoarse. "Hmm? Why am I in the hospital?"

Seeing that she just woke up, the anger in Dylan's heart immediately dissipated. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You're awake?"

Cassie looked at him blankly and realized that she was still angry with him!

"Why am I in the hospital?"

Dylan answered her, "Nothing happened. You can go home now.

Hearing that, Cassie chuckled and said, "Didn't you ask me to get out? Why should I get in your way at home? "

She lifted the quilt, put on her shoes and was about to go out.

Dylan grabbed her by the wrist, "Why are you so vindictive?"

Dylan held Cassie from behind, with his chin against her shoulder. His hot breath sprayed on her shoulder, with the fragrance of pine, making her feel comfortable. He coaxed her, "Don't be angry. I shouldn't have scolded you."

II

'...... Mr. Dylan, you can't solve every problem only by apology. You can count by yourself. How many times have you scolded me since we got married? You don't want to save your face, but I want to save mine! "