Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 57 Is Mr. Matthews Still Okay?

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Starry took the pastries she had packed, changed her shoes, and went

to the garage.

Izabella had asked her out for dinner this evening. It had rained the entire day. It was gloomy outside.

The traffic was bad because of the weather.

By the time Starry arrived at Izabella's company, it was already six o'clock.

Today Izabella went out to interview. She came back at five o'clock to wait for Starry. She didn't tidy the

interview scripts.

As soon as Starry's car stopped, Izabella ran over with her umbrella. "It's so cold today, Starry!"

Starry handed her a dry towel. "It's raining."

Izabella took the towel and glanced at Starry, thinking about things online with thousands of questions

in her mind.

But she didn't want to ask at this time. She sighed, "How about eating Cheese hotpot today?"

"Okay."

Starry smiled and handed her the pastries. "Hungry? I made some pastries in the morning."

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Starry smiled and started driving.

Izabella asked Starry out for serious things. When the two arrived at the place, Izabella pondered for a

while. "Starry, would you accept interviews?"

Starry looked up at her, "Do you want to interview me?"

Izabella was a little embarrassed. "You see me through."

She said, taking out the next interview list from her bag and handing it to Starry. "Don't be stressed, I

am just asking, you can say no if you don't want it."

Starry took a look at the list above, it looked like she was the easiest one for Izabella to interview.

But the Baxter family had so many connections. It was not impossible for Izabella to interview the two

other people.

Starry had never been interviewed, and she didn't want to set the precedent, "Sorry, Izabella, I don't

think it's a good idea."

Izabella didn't mind. "I know, you've never shown your face before, let alone given an interview."

Starry was really low-key. She had three popular books, if it were not for her divorce, no one would

know that she was Starlight.

Izabella took back the list and changed the subject. "My brother asked me yesterday if I could bring him

with me to dinner with you today, and he said that he wanted to talk to you about something."

Izabella snorted, "What could he talk about other than the copyright of your new book!"

Starry smiled lightly.

Izabella talked about today's interview. As they chatted, she tentatively asked, "Starry, what happened

between you and Filip... It sounds unreal to me."

Starry glanced at her, "Sorry."

"Oh, it's fine. Of course, you can't talk about this kind of thing everywhere!"

Izabella looked at Starry and found she looked calm. "Old Mrs. Pearson likes you a lot, she knows

about it, I heard she fainted last night."

Starry pursed her lips, "The old lady came to me this morning."

"Didn't she scold you?"

Starry smiled and shook her head, "Not really."

Frances did scold her a bit, but out of good intention.

Izabella was a little unconvinced, but it was really not a good idea to continue to ask.

In the evening, Izabella had to go back to the magazine to sort out the interviews. So, after dinner,

Starry sent Izabella back to the company.

It had been raining all day. At the red light, Starry stopped the car. Her phone suddenly rang.

She raised an eyebrow and took the phone. Seeing the name, Starry was a little surprised. "Mr.

Matthews?"

"Secretary Rees, I seem to have a fever, please get some medicine for me."

Wyatt made the wrong call, but before Starry could speak again, he hung up.

Starry frowned slightly, and the green light lit up.

She put down her phone and drove home.

Her relationship with Wyatt was not very good, but Wyatt had a fever and accidentally called her, and

he seemed to feel unwell.

Starry grabbed the steering wheel tighter and thought for a moment. In the end, she put on her

Bluetooth headset and called back.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Matthews, where do you live?"

"The Triumph, a1224, What about you, Secretary Rees?"

Hearing this, Starry knew that he was very sick. "I'll send the medicine over soon."

"Okay."

Wyatt quickly hung up the phone.

Starry had to turn at the next intersection. The Triumph was in the opposite direction as where she

lived, but not far from where she was at the moment.

There was a pharmacy just below the apartment. Starry bought the medicine and went upstairs.

The door opened. Wyatt was in a gray sweater, looking sick. Seeing Starry, he was a little surprised.

"Ms. Bradley?"

"You made the wrong call, Mr. Matthews, this is the medicine for you."

Wyatt frowned. "Sorry, I forgot that my secretary took two days off. I called him but he didn't answer.

Then I accidentally dialed your number, I am sorry to bother you."

"It's nothing."

Starry said, handing over the medicine.

Wyatt took the medicine and took a step back. "Would you like to come in and have a seat? But I may

not be a good host today."

Starry shook her head. "Next time, Mr. Matthews, take some rest."

"Okay, thanks."

Starry said goodnight and then turned to leave.

Just a few steps away, Wyatt suddenly called out to her. "Ms. Bradley."

"Yes?"

She looked back with a smile.

Wyatt looked at her beautiful eyes, "Could you please send me to the hospital?"

As he spoke, he handed the thermometer to Starry. "The fever is kind of serious. If you don't have the

time, I'll ask my assistant to help, don't worry."

Starry glanced at the thermometer. It was indeed a little bit too high.

"It's raining, it's a little cold outside, Mr. Matthews, put on an extra layer. I'll wait for you here."

"Thanks."

Wyatt coughed, turned back to get a coat, and put on his shoes.

He was probably really uncomfortable because he didn't speak much along the way.

Starry sent him to the nearest hospital. At this time of the day, they could only go to the emergency

department.

There are many people in the small hall of the emergency department.

It wasn't Wyatt's turn until 9:30 a.m.

Wyatt was seriously sick. The doctor prescribed two large bottles of drip for him.

Starry poured him a glass of water, "Mr. Matthews."

"Thank you."

There were far fewer people in the infusion room. They sat by the wall. Starry didn't notice it when Filip

walked in.