Chapter 22 Covering Things Up for Fear of Reproach is Unacceptable

Rose squeezed the A4 paper tightly in her hand. Although she tried her best to restrain herself, her fists
still trembled uncontrollably.

She wore a sullen look and looked at Bright as if he was worse than a beast.

Bright frowned unhappily as well, and his eyes gradually became cold as he watched Rose.

“I didn't do anything. Why do you call me like that? Or do you want me to do something to you, and turn
rascal into a reality?”

He was more innocent than the protagonist in The Injustice to Dou E!

Rose didn’t know how to reply to him for a moment.

“Even if you didn't do anything, you are still a rascal if you have such nasty thoughts!” She pursed her
lips, still not being friendly to Bright.

“Heh—” Bright snorted, thinking that what Rose said was really funny. “You have such thoughts?”

Rose felt that Bright’s smile chilled her heart, giving her the illusion that she was wrong.

Bright’s face was cold, a smile lifted the corner of his mouth that was stained with evil. He took one
step closer to Rose, two steps, three steps...

Rose, under his powerful aura and approach, took one step back, two steps, three steps...until her
back touched the pillar.

“What are you doing?” Rose was confused and in turmoil.

It was daytime under the public, and Doris was present too.



Jane stretched out her hand and gently pressed Doris’ head into her arms to cover Doris’ eyes.

William looked at the scene, a rare coldness appeared on his gentle and handsome face, and waves
surged in his chest.

He turned the wheelchair by himself. “CEO Lee, please show respect to Rose.”

Such posture was very ambiguous in the eyes of others. They looked like man and woman in love,
flirting with each other, quite inappropriate for children.

Bright glanced to the side; his eyes cold as ice. “Mr. Quinn, this is a private matter between Miss Linder
and me. An outsider is in no place to intervene. Please behave yourself.”

After speaking, he ignored William, who was fighting for Rose, but fixed his gaze on Rose.

“Miss Linder, do you think I, Bright, am short of women that I developed such nasty thoughts?”

“Or Miss Linder, you are too confident of yourself? You think that I, Bright, want to harass you?”

“Miss Linder, this is just suggestion given by the doctor, not me. Besides, it’s your own body. What does
it have to do with me? What would I lose, or rather what would I gain?”

His words were sonorous and powerful.

Rose stared at his handsome face close at hand, a 360-degree close-up. Even though there was frost
gradually condensing under his eyes, it didn’t affect his exquisite perfection.

Faced with his question, Rose could not answer a word, as if she had lost her language ability.

“Miss Linder, covering things up for fear of reproach is unacceptable.” His lifted his thin lips and his hot
breath swept across her, evading her breath.



Bright’s dark eyes stared at Rose’s pale face that was stained with traces of red. The smile lifted the
corner of his mouth widened a bit more, but there was no trace of any warmth.

Afterwards, he turned around indifferently, and brushed past Rose’s thin shoulders staying for a
second.

Just as he walked up the curved stairs, he heard Doris’ soft and sweet voice behind him.

“Handsome mister, wait up.”

Doris struggled to get out of Jane’s arms, then ran towards Bright.

She was only a little above Bright’s knees, so she could only look up at him.

For convenience, Bright squatted down and smiled slightly. “What's the matter?”

“Handsome mister, don't bully my mommy...'s good friend.” Doris made up for her slip of the tongue
cleverly. “The teacher said boys can't bully girls. It’s called being a gentleman.”

“This is not bullying.” Bright stretched out his hand and lightly placed it on Doris’ little shoulder.

“If it's not bullying, then why was she afraid?” Doris saw her mother's expression.

She loved her mother and wanted to protect her, but she also liked the handsome mister, so she felt
conflicted.

“It's your aunty who misunderstood and thought I was a bad guy who wanted to do bad things to her...
Do you think I look like a bad guy?” Bright unconsciously explained to a five-year-old child. “You are still
young. You will understand when you grow up.”

“The adult world is too complicated.” Doris frowned in disgust, but then smiled. “But I believe mister is
not a bad guy.”



“Thank you, little princess.” Bright was so pitiful now that he needed the trust of a child, which was most
likely the saddest moment in his life, but he felt happy. “What's your name?”

“My name is Doris.” Doris’ smile gradually melted the frost under Bright’s eyes like a warm sun. The
darkness in his eyes faded away to become clear like the sky and the sea.

“Okay, I’ll remember you.” Bright stood up slowly. “Mister is leaving, goodbye.”

“Mister is going to find the beautiful miss?” Doris still remembered that matter.

The corner of Bright’s eyes swept across Rose’s direction. “No.”

After waving to Doris, Bright left the garden.

As soon as he left, it was as if the invisible pressure in the air disappeared.

“Rose, are you okay?” Jane asked with concern, looking worried.

“No.” Rose replied without must excitement. “President Quinn, I will push you back.”

Rose didn't want to say more, so William didn't ask any more and let her push him back to the ward.

Then when she was about to leave, William could not help but stop her, and asked her again. “Rose,
don't be afraid, I will always stand by your side. I will find a way to recover the grievances you suffered
from CEO Lee.”

“There’s no need, president Quinn.” Rose shook her head. “I will take care of it myself, thank you. I'm
leaving now.”

As soon as Rose got out of the ward, she spoke to Jane. “Jane, take Doris and wait for me in the car. I
will be there in a bit.”



As she walked, she unfolded the A4 paper in her hand, which read gynecology clinic VIP1.

When she opened the door, the doctor who was taking off lab white coat said, “Ms., we are off work.”

“I only need a minute, is that okay?” Rose gave her the A4 paper. “Are you Doctor Loo? What's the
matter with this diagnosis?”

Dr. Loo looked at the crumpled consultation sheet. “I prescribed it. It was Mr. Lee who came to consult
how to treat women’s menstrual pain. Based on what he said about his wife, I made the following
suggestions. The first is to rest properly and pay attention to what she eats and drinks during her
period.”

“The second is to have intercourse more frequently because it helps with this problem. Or having a
child – symptoms of dysmenorrhea disappear for some women after giving birth.”

“This Mr. Lee is really kind to his wife. His wife was too shy and embarrassed to come, so he came for
his wife. There are too few caring men like him.”

The doctor highly praised Bright.

“Hey, what is your relationship with this Mr. Lee? Are you his wife?”


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