The CEO’s Pet Cat

The words immediately drew a cold, ice-like glare from Asher, a lurid look that made the doctor cower for a moment.

Seeing the panicked look on the doctor’s face, Asher realized he was overreacting and collected himself slightly, glancing at the woman lying on the bed, “You check her out.”

The doctor who got the order hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed with the medical kit, and couldn’t help but frown when he saw the pale face, but still took out various tools for examination from the medical kit with his hands and feet, and prepared to give her a simple full body examination.

Just as he was about to place the stethoscope on Mia’s chest through the fabric, Asher, who had been standing silently by, suddenly spoke up.

“It’s okay to go through clothes.” He didn’t want his pet to be touched by anyone else, not even for a small examination. He didn’t want to admit that a twinge of discomfort swept through him at the sight of the doctor’s fingers touching Mia’s body.

Though, only slightly.

The doctor looked at the bemused Asher with difficulty, the dullness making her swallow.

Under Asher’s stern eyes, the doctor had the good sense to swallow back his contradictory words and resign himself to auscultating through his clothes.

After a tedious set of examinations to determine Mia’s condition, the doctor then got up and respectfully reported the results to Asher who had been waiting by, “Master Jun, I have done a simple full body examination on this young lady, and from the results of the examination, there is nothing wrong with this young lady except for the coma caused by the lack of water and hunger strike. ”

Hearing this test result, Asher’s sexy thin lips immediately pursed into a straight line, his gaze glancing coldly at the doctor in front of him, his cold voice spitting out from his throat, “Are you sure?”

Asher’s slender, tall body coldly approached, and the doctor immediately felt the invisible, eerie pressure, but maintained that smiling countenance as best he could on his face.

Asher looked at the doctor in front of him with a condescending look and frowned as he asked, “Then why did she not wake up for two days?”

Good, Mia had been in a coma for two days since that day. Yet, Asher didn’t seem to find himself actually starting to pay attention to these issues that he never used to.

Unconscious?

The doctor frowned, looked down in thought for a moment, and looked at the intimidating man before him with uncertain eyes, “I would like to ask, Master Jun, if this young lady, has been subjected to any serious stimuli recently?”

Just as the words were asked, he received an icy look from Asher, just a glance that made him feel like he had entered an endless world of ice and snow. The doctor immediately lowered his head and no longer dared to say anything.

Eyes flickering, Asher’s cold voice rang out, “Maybe.”

“That’s it.” The doctor looked at Asher’s expressionless face and said carefully, “It is also possible that the patient is unconscious because the patient does not want to wake up in her subconscious mind, and the emergence of this subconscious mind is related to her own experience, there may be the presence of someone or something she does not want to be exposed to, and the cerebral cortex will automatically make a judgment at that point, and based on what is in the patient’s subconscious mind make the patient unconscious.”

Morose coldness burst out at first, a thick layer of ice clouding under his eyes, his cold hard facial lines growing colder, “You mean she doesn’t want to wake up herself?”

This woman, she resisted him in such a way? Asher’s eyes, cold and terrible.

The doctor nodded cautiously, “Given the lady’s condition, she should have woken up a long time ago, that’s all that’s possible now …”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

There was a terrible silence in the bedroom until Asher signaled that he could go out, and only then did the doctor leave in a hurry with the medical kit. Stay a few seconds longer and he was afraid he would be out of breath.

Asher’s face was expressionless as he looked at the woman lying quietly on the bed, but the cold aura around him had a tendency to expand outwards.

Don’t want to wake up do you? His eyes narrowed abruptly, a dangerous aura flowing away, while his voice was unusually calm, but sounded creepy, “Someone.”

Hearing his summons, the butler standing outside the door immediately pushed his way in, “Young master.”

A brutal aura of slaughter surfaced under Asher’s eyes, the inky black bases of his eyes holding the storm that was about to happen, “Get me the director of the orphanage right now.”

“Yes.” The butler bowed respectfully and exited the room.

Just as he was about to close the door suddenly a large palm blocked the doorway that was about to close, looking at the sudden appearance of the man the butler gave a respectful smile, “Master Xiang.”

Claude waved a hand, indicating for him to go about his business, and after the butler left, Claude walked into the room and watched his best friend stand by the window with a grim face wondering what he was thinking.

In fact, even if he didn’t ask, he could already think of what Asher was trying to do from what he heard outside the door just now, “Aren’t you afraid that Mia won’t wake up once she’s asleep if you do that?”

Asher’s eyes still fell on the sleeping woman and said in that cold, untempered voice, “She wouldn’t dare.”

Hearing him sound so determined, Claude couldn’t help but bow his head and sigh as well.

This is Asher, as dominant as ever!

Understanding that anything he says to him now is a waste of time, Claude gives Mia on the bed a worried look and quietly exits the room, leaving Asher alone in the room.

The door to the room closed again, and Asher’s gaze burned into Mia’s pale face, his bemused gaze sweeping to her tightly closed eyes, and the inky black underside of his eyes sinking a point.

A large part of the reason he would pick her was because of those eyes, clear as morning dew, but at times with a sly intelligence that one could not help but indulge in.

In fact, it wasn’t the first time the two had met at the nightclub, Mia just didn’t know it.

Asher noticed Mia’s presence at a fashion presentation when she blinked her unusually bright eyes and lurked in the crowd just to dig into a wealthy businessman’s tax evasion scandal.

It was that glance that sent a ripple through his heart, which was used to seeing all kinds of women.

He even deliberately had the recruitment information revealed to Asher for the purpose of this scheme.

But now Mia was lying still on the bed like a discarded rag doll, seemingly never to open those eyes again!

No way, he will not allow that to happen!

There is no room for surprises within his plan!

Since it was she who had come to him, she belonged to him, in reality or in her sleep!

She, Mia, all belong to Asher!

Asher smiled coldly, his mind suddenly flashing back to the day he found a dying Mia in the ruined room, his heart pumping hard and a sudden choking sensation rising to the back of his throat.

The gaze that looked towards the bed could not help but change, the cold eyes could not help but rub in a hint of tenderness, and the cold lines softened a lot.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Asher immediately gathered up the expression that had almost flickered away, and his gaze towards the bed became an icy one again.

He would never admit to that pained expression just now, he was never going to allow himself to feel a single ounce of pity for this woman!

This woman is just his one song pet, and pets are not worthy of any affection from him!

Quickly regaining that cold demeanor and settling his heaving emotions down quickly, “Come in.”

The voice, as always, was cold and without a trace of emotion.

“Young master, bring the man.” After receiving permission, the butler then entered.

Asher glanced back at the humble butler and asked coldly, “Where are the men?”

The butler gestured behind him and two men in black suits escorted an older woman, over sixty years old, with a piece of fabric stuffed in her mouth, in and the three stood positioned in front of Asher’s eyes.

“Young master, the man has been brought in.” The two men in black reported routinely.

The sight of Mia on the bed, the plainly dressed old man struggling, with intermittent whimpers coming out of his mouth.

By the time her aged eyes caught sight of the cold man standing in front of the window, they immediately widened and her body, which had forgotten to struggle, began to shiver uncontrollably.

Asher swept a glance at the butler standing nearby and walked with graceful steps towards the old man.

As Asher came to a few people, two men behind him reached out and kicked the old man in the knee, and he fell to his knees on the floor in response.

The old man on his knees whimpered and wept, struggling to get off the ground, getting nothing but those two large feet stomping hard on his calves and moans of pain drowning out the fabric between his mouth.

Asher leaned down and cupped the old man’s chin in his palm making her look up at him, the vicissitudes of his eyes meeting the emotionless ink ones, the hidden world of ice and snow in the depths of his eyes causing the old man to wince.

“You’re the orphanage director?” The icy voice sent a shock through the old man’s body, and the sudden increase in force on his jaw caused him to nod in pain.

Asher, who got the answer, spread a smile that was cold and charming, but unnerving, “Very well.”

Slowly rising from the ground, just as the old man was puzzled by Asher’s sudden smile, a sudden sharp pain came from his leg and his wrinkled face became even more grim.

Raising his eyes slightly, the men standing on either side of him immediately withdrew their paws that were stepping on the old man’s ankles.

Asher looked at the old man condescendingly, his voice still without the slightest expression, “Do you know why I invited you to be my guest?”

The old man’s tear-stained head shook uncontrollably, his whole body couldn’t help but shiver, and the bottom of his cloudy eyes were filled with panic.

Asher gazed with a smirk at the old man still kneeling on the floor and twisted his head to look at Mia on the bed, “It’s because of her!”

The smile instantly disappeared, and an icy, bone-chilling chill quickly spread through the old man’s limbs.

“Do you recognize this woman?” Gesturing for his men to escort the old man to Mia’s bed, Asher locked in on her reaction.