Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 183: Go Find Carolline Ruiz (5)

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Go Find Carolline Ruiz (5)

"..." Bryan Hawkins didn’t speak, but his hand under the table was clenched tightly, feeling nervous for the first time.

It’s so strange, Bryan Hawkins has seen all kinds of situations before, facing important clients, or entertaining significant guests, he had never been so nervous.

"No need, uncle, the reception here isn’t great, and my phone battery is almost dead, let’s do it next time." Almost subconsciously, Carolline Ruiz rejected Austin Hawkins’ proposal.

"Alright then, since that’s the case, your uncle won’t force you. Take good care of yourself, and we’ll all pick you up the day you return," Austin Hawkins promised.

"Thank you, uncle, I’ll hang up now. Be happy and healthy every day," Carolline said and hung up the phone.

Bryan Hawkins was furious that she had just refused to talk to him like that.

Despite being surrounded by so many people, Bryan Hawkins didn’t show his emotions and tried to maintain a calm and composed demeanor.

Anyway, they’ll be meeting tomorrow, is he really afraid of not having a chance to talk to her? He doesn’t care about this chance to talk on the phone at all.

On the other hand, Carolline tried to control her rapidly beating heart. She already knew that Bryan Hawkins was returning, so why did she feel such an urge to escape when the moment arrived?

Regardless, she had six months to avoid thinking about the issues between them.

To prove her point, Carolline turned off her phone after making those two calls.

Afterward, someone brought Carolline a cup of freshly squeezed juice from their department. As she sipped the drink, a familiar voice from outside the Resting Room caught her by surprise.

Outside the Resting Room, Avery Graham chased after Bernard Taylor, yelling his name, "Bernard, stop right there!"

In Carolline’s memory, although Avery wasn’t exactly a tomboy, she had never heard her yell at anyone like that before. The voice was clearly Avery’s, but because it was so loud, Carolline was hesitant to recognize it.

"Avery Graham, who do you think you are?" Bernard Taylor’s voice was as cold and ruthless as the king of hell.

Only then did Carolline stand up from her chair, preparing to open the door and find out what was going on. As she approached the entrance, she heard Avery’s angry voice, "I, Avery Graham, am just a nurse. Bernard Taylor, if you don’t apologize to me for what just happened, I’m telling you, I won’t serve you anymore. Understood?"

"Avery, what’s wrong?" Carolline opened the door, asking with confusion. What had happened between them that they were at each other’s throats?

"Carolline?!" Avery never expected to meet Carolline at Rosh City Hospital. Her attitude changed instantly, doing a complete 180. As soon as she confirmed the person in front of her was Carolline, she hugged her excitedly, "Carolline, you little rascal, I’ve missed you so much."

It’s just like the saying, when you’re with someone every day, you don’t feel the longing, but once separated, even just ten days apart, the longing hits you hard.

For Avery, the past ten days had been suffocating. She knew Bernard Taylor was not easy to serve, so she had been suppressing her temper all this time. However, that doesn’t mean she didn’t have a temper.

Moreover, Avery never feared anyone, even the most powerful figures. Would she be afraid of Bernard Taylor? Even if he had a prestigious background and powerful father, would she, a "barefoot" person, be afraid of the ones "wearing shoes"?

Bernard Taylor watched Avery’s transformation with furrowed brows. He had always been strict with those around him, but Avery was a nurse who performed well in her duties, and he was quite satisfied with her personally.

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