Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon

rough the hospital window stabbed at her retinas. She raised a weak, trembl

instantly ecli

cked the window entirely, casting a dark, suffocating presence over t

oid of any warmth. "Is this your new strategy to avoid ta

parched throat. She shrank back against the pillows, pulli

nose. He reached out and slammed his finge

orrific vision from her coma. The destruction of the Potter family. Her own miserab

e of her mind. He's still yelling at me for that fake heiress Georgina. He do

the plastic button. His k

eyes locked onto Elba's face. He scanned the

eck. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut,

IP room. There were no speakers. No other p

financial statements, Elba complained in her head, keeping her ey

's skull. It wasn't a sound in the room. I

ed the distance to the bed in two lo

staring at him in sheer terror. She bit do

e a low, dangerous hiss. He leaned in close, his j

her head

Is he going to strangle me to death

wrist like it was

old plaster wall. He stared at his own hands, his breathi

en. The attending physician rus

eaned over Elba. "Miss Potter, how are

spered. Her voice was

meek, obedient expr

brain again. I definitely have a concussion from

He had been told Elba slipped. Georgina had

attending physician by the collar of his wh

lo ordered, his voice vibrating with suppr

gripped Angelo's wrists. "Y-yes, Mr. Potte

ed forward, carefully helping Elba

ove her, keepin

u find a terminal illness. I don't want to stay in

hands deep into his trouser pockets, curling his finge

. He pulled out his phone with a stiff hand and typed a message to his executive assistant: Pu