A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

Chapter 285 - 285 Unconsciousness

285 Unconsciousness

In the frenzy of dressing up in grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt, Leon didn’t bother to wear a singlet.

Hence, due to his wet hair and partially dried body, the well-fitted slightly wet T-shirt gave a vivid and captivating view of his athletic and seductive body.

“Hello, sir, good morning!” One of the newly employed receptionist nurses smiled sheepishly while tucking some loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “How may I be of service to you?” She batted her eyelashes and licked her lips flirtatiously at the devilishly handsome man before her.

On a normal day, Leon was used to ladies flirting around him while seeking to gain his attention. But the sight of a receptionist nurse, flirting with him, even after seeing his disoriented and anxious mood, irked the soul out of his body.

However, he decided not to address the nurse’s unprofessionalism at the moment. All he wanted to do was see his wife and ensure she was safe.

“What room was my wife taken to?” Leon’s deep and growling voice sent chills down the receptionist nurse’s spine.

“Your wife? You’re married?” The receptionist nurse’s eyes widened. She was both frightened and disappointed that her hopes were about to be dashed.

“You...”

“Mr. Treshvire, we’ve been trying to reach you!” John called out as he walked briskly to his boss.

.....

The receptionist nurse was luckily saved from Leon’s instant wrath by John’s timely intervention.

Leon took one last glance at the nurse’s name tag and stormed in John’s direction like an enraged lion.

“Take me to my wife,” Leon spat out angrily at John, who simply nodded his head and lead the way.

“Amy, you are done for good!” A second female receptionist nurse by the name of Sandra nudged her colleague; who has flirted with Leon, on the shoulder.

“What do you mean by that?” Amy’s nose crinkled in disgust at Sandra.

“You were flirting with the ruthless CEO of Treshvire fashion. Are you not aware that his wife was the pretty redhead lady that was rushed in here on emergency?”

“That was his wife?”

Amy’s eyes widened in horror. She remembered a pretty young pregnant woman being brought down to the hospital. The way that lady was escorted by lots of bodyguards was as though she was the President’s wife.

“Of course, she is, fish brain,” Sandra hissed.

“Oh my gosh!” Amy felt her body start to tremble. “I mistook him for someone else, probably a nobody. He wasn’t dressed like a wealthy man, talk more of the CEO of Treshvire fashion.”

“Girl, you are in big trouble. I think I saw him looking at your name tag.” A third female receptionist dropped another bombshell on Amy’s already pounding heart and hissed as she went about her business.

“Oh no!” Amy placed both her hands on her head in anxiety.

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Ella was revived and held under intense medical observation in one of the VIP wards on the sixth floor of the hospital.

An intravenous drip was attached to her left hand through a winged-tip needle, to provide her with the necessary medication that would stabilize her system, and revive her weakened cells.

Also, some diagnostic equipment was attached to her body to monitor and also regulate her vitals.

A doctor and some nurses stood by her bedside and were attending to her when Leon stormed into the room.

“Doctor, how is my wife doing,” Leon demanded impatiently as he slowly approached Ella’s bedside. The dark circles around her shut eyes and the paleness of her face made his heart sink. It became clear to him that she wasn’t sleeping enough.

“She’s responding to treatment, Mr. Treshvire.” The doctor answered politely. “She’s no longer in danger as compared to when she was earlier brought here. She’s also lucky that she didn’t get a miscarriage due to her alarming body temperature. Most young mothers who suffered similar temperature spikes usually don’t get this lucky.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” Leon breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down beside his wife’s bed and gently held onto her weak but soft right hand. He watched her chest rise and fall to the beeping of some of the medical machines in the room.

“How long will it take for her to regain consciousness?” Leon asked again.

“Let’s say in the next two to three hours, she should be awake.” The doctor replied affirmatively.

“However... ” the doctor removed his attention from Ella and focused them on Leon. “... I’m very disappointed that a woman in her condition could be overthinking herself to death. Because we didn’t discover any underlining ailment except one resulting from an emotional challenge. Maybe I could suggest a little bit of counseling for her when she wakes up.”

Leon could detect strictness and some level of accusation in the doctor’s tone. This irked him so much as he felt responsible for Ella’s condition.

In a bid not to channel his frustration at the doctor, Leon simply asked him, “If your work is done here, I’ll advise you to excuse me so that I can be with my wife.”

The doctor was quick to sense that he had overstepped his boundaries. So he politely excused himself, while leaving some instructions with the nurses.

After the nurses had carried out the doctor’s instructions, they also left Leon to be alone with his wife.

“Oh, baby,” Leon stood up and sat on Ella’s bed. He leaned towards her face and kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’m so sorry for not being there for you when you needed me. I know my absence from home could be the reason for this sudden overthinking. How I wish this rift between us could just end and we could go back to the way things were before. I miss you so much, my love. I miss everything about you.”

He moved towards her dry lips and planted a soft wet kiss on it.

“I miss your sweet smile, you’re intoxicating chuckle, your whimsical sense of humor, the way you turn me on, everything. I miss everything.” Leon kiss her lips again as though she was responding to it.

He was just lifting his head when the door to Ella’s ward slowly opened and the last person he wanted to see stepped in with Tom behind.

“You...” Denise pointed menacingly at Leon, “... get the hell away from my friend, you...you... you...”

Tears of pain rolled down Denise’s cheek as she thought of the right words to describe Leon.