The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 452 - The Resentment of the Little Assistant_1

Chapter 452 -452 The Resentment of the Little Assistant_1

Greg Jensen emphasized the word “fever” very heavily, and Patricia Stuart immediately understood, her face turning even redder.

Amelia Simmons hurriedly reached out to touch Patricia’s forehead, curiously saying, “Huh, you don’t have a fever. But why is your face so red?”

Patricia quickly said, “It’s nothing, probably because I just took a bath.”

Amelia Simmons breathed a sigh of relief, smiling, “Oh, as long as it’s nothing.”

“I’m hungry, let’s go have dinner,” she said.

Patricia, seeing Greg’s mischievous eyes, felt more flustered and rushed off after dropping those words.

“What’s wrong with Cousin?”

“Nothing, maybe she really is hungry!”

Greg laughed heartily as he wrapped his arm around Amelia’s shoulder and headed to the downstairs restaurant.

In the restaurant, the lunch they hadn’t had time to eat was still warming in the pot.

Patricia had calmed down and helped serve rice to both of them, still not daring to look Greg in the eye.

Greg laughed heartily, not minding at all, and after eating with the two women, he went back to the garden in the backyard and lay on a rocking chair to rest his eyes.

Amelia cleaned up the dishes, chatted with Patricia in the house for a while, and then, carrying the washed fruit, came next to Greg to feed him from a very close distance, as usual.

Patricia had fully recovered her composure and recalled the earlier incident, her face blushing with embarrassment.

For the following days, Greg stayed at the Simmons family villa, enjoying life and teasing Patricia with neither an end nor a start.

Patricia originally intended to seduce Greg with a “reckless” act but didn’t anticipate being reverse-killed by Greg.

From that moment on, Patricia finally reverted to her true character, showing her shy side, while Greg grew bolder and bolder.

Only after stirring Patricia to the point where she couldn’t stand would Greg clang the gong to retreat.

Patricia was so annoyed she gritted her teeth, yet she was addicted to the feeling of their teasing proximity.

After resting for two days at the Simmons villa, Greg drove back to Jamae, returning to his own purchased villa.

After not seeing her for two months, Lois Abbott’s body was fuller, her skin tender and fair, as if squeezing water from it.

Now having the demeanor of a lady of the house, Lois grabbed Greg’s ear and interrogated him,

“Tell me, how many other women have you found behind my back?”

Greg cooperated very well, grimacing as if he were really pinched hard.

Seeing this, Lois quickly lightened her grip; she was just venting her dissatisfaction, not genuinely trying to settle scores with Greg.

Seeing Greg grimacing in pain, she felt sorry for him first.

The assistant, Trey Holmes, sat by, giggling, “Miss Abbott, don’t be deceived by the boss; he’s pretending.”

Greg put on a stern face, angrily saying, “Two months without seeing you, and now you dare to backstab your boss?”

Trey Holmes covered her mouth and stole a laugh, “You can’t blame me for this. In these two months, it’s the boss’s wife who has been giving out salaries.

Now all I can see is the boss’s wife, not the boss, haha.”

Seeing this, Lois knew that Greg was pretending and immediately got angry, twisting his ear half a turn and huffing,

“Your acting has gotten quite good, learning to feign ignorance and confusion now.”

“Ow, ow, ow, now it really hurts…”

Under Greg’s ceaseless pleas for mercy, this “domestic drama” quickly concluded.

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Lois bounced off to make something tasty, intending to let Greg taste her cooking skills.

Trey came over, all smiles, “Boss, does it still hurt?”

“Go away.”

Greg glared at her annoyed; Lois had always been heavy-handed, and with Trey’s comment, she was even rougher.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had already mastered the third level of the Divine Dragon Transformation, he might have had his ears twisted off.

“Hmph, who told you to leave me behind and run off to the provincial city alone?”

Trey Holmes coldly huffed, “I’m your assistant, you know!”

After saying that, seeing Greg Jensen ignoring her, she changed her expression and pleaded, “Boss, take me with you when you leave this time.”

Greg Jensen looked at her in surprise and asked, “What’s wrong with you staying put here? You don’t have to do anything and still get paid.”

Trey Holmes said with a pained expression, “When I’m with you, all I do is drive the car and do household chores.

With Miss Abbott, she has me doing stuff like relaying orders all day long, and I really can’t handle it.”

“Haha, those are all things an assistant should do. Work with Lois Abbott for two years, and who knows, in two years she might promote you to general manager.”

“I don’t want to be any general manager; I’d rather be your personal assistant.”

Hearing Trey Holmes’s words, Greg Jensen suddenly realized that although this girl was a bookworm, she had her skills shifted in an oddly specific direction.

It was all things like the art of tea and nutritionist skills, with seemingly not much knowledge in business.

What’s more, Trey Holmes had a severe case of social anxiety.

After getting familiar with Greg Jensen and Lois Abbott, she began to talk more, and could at least joke around.

When she first started following Greg Jensen, there were days where she wouldn’t say a word.

Greg Jensen mused, “It’s not out of the question for you to come with me, but you’ll have to change your name and disguise yourself.”

“Ah? Why do I need to disguise myself?”

Greg Jensen asked, “Just tell me if you’re coming or not.”

Seeing this, Trey Holmes quickly said, “I’ll go, I’ll go, as long as I don’t have to deal with so many people, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Alright, then it’s settled; I’ll take you with me when I go back in a few days.”

“Okay!”

With Greg Jensen’s promise, Trey Holmes immediately became excited, dashed into the kitchen, and told Lois Abbott about it.

Having spent so much time together, Lois Abbott had long since come to see Trey Holmes as a younger sister and did not make a fuss when she heard Holmes was going to accompany Jensen to the provincial city.

That very evening, Lois Abbott cooked many dishes that Greg Jensen loved and then returned to the bedroom.

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, the couple that went to bed early, merely held each other and talked, sharing their longing after a long separation.

“Don’t…”

Lois Abbott, not seen for so long, began to act bashful, her cheeks reddening to the roots of her neck.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen’s appetite surged, but he didn’t pounce on her immediately, instead, he chuckled and whispered in her ear about Dual Cultivation.

Lois Abbott’s eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed, “That… that’s not a scam, is it?”

“Why would I scam you, it brings me no benefit,” Greg Jensen said with exasperation.

Lois Abbott, annoyed, pinched the soft flesh between his ribs and huffed, “I gave myself to you, a whole living person, what more benefit could you want?”

Greg Jensen said with an embarrassed laugh, “Haha, I don’t want anything more, having you is enough.”

“That’s more like it.”

Lois Abbott gave him a side glance and then asked excitedly, “Can I practice that Dual Cultivation you mentioned?”

“Of course, even if you just do it for fun and don’t reach a high level, it’s good for your health,” Jensen replied.

“Hmpf, I think it’s more about waiting on you a little longer, isn’t it?”

Jensen’s face turned red with a burst of laughter, “Haha, you’ve seen right through me! Let’s make the most of our time then.”

“Ah, you…”