Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 55 Stroke

Chapter 55 Stroke

Nelson lightly said, "It tastes sweet."

Charlotte was speechless, thinking it was pure milk without sugar.

She put the glass down in a fluster, thought for a while, and asked, "Would you like a glass of milk?"

"No." Nelson grabbed her fingers, slowly kneaded them, and said, "It's getting late. Go to bed."

Charlotte nodded. When she turned her head to pick up the blanket, the collar of her pajamas slid aside, revealing her fair and slender neck and delicate collarbone.

Nelson saw a red mole on the left side of her neck. It was bright and enchanting like a drop of blood falling into milk, so he was turned on.

When she was about to lie down, a force suddenly hit her and pressed down on the soft mattress on the floor.

She exclaimed in shock.

Nelson slowly kneaded her neck, and his pupils were bottomless and pitch-black without any other color. So, she could not guess his current emotion.

Charlotte was startled, suspecting he would break her neck. But he just slowly stroked it as if touching precious porcelain.

Then, he lowered his head and slowly touched the red mole on her neck with his lips

She felt both cold and hot on her kissed skin. The two feelings intertwined and almost drove her crazy.

Nelson nibbled the red mole and said in a muffled voice, "It's beautiful."

Her eyes were full of mist, and it took a while for her to realize he was talking about her red mole. She didn't know how to respond to such a compliment, so she stupidly said, "Thank you."

He gave a low laugh and intimately kissed her smooth skin. Lowering his head, he accidentally noticed a bright red mole on her collarbone like a spreading butterfly wing.

On her milk-like skin, the bright red mole looked coquettish and dazzling.

Nelson's eyes became dim when he asked, "Is there any other mole on your body?"

Charlotte replied in a daze, "On the back."

When he raised his hand to lift her pajamas, she was startled and quickly returned to her senses. She firmly pressed the hem of her pajamas and said with a flushed face, "Mr. Clark!"

He smiled, "Are you shy?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

Nelson didn't force her. He stroked the red mole on her neck with his thumb and said, "Say something nice to please me."

She was speechless.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Little girl, don't you know men like to hear flattering words when they get old?"

She subconsciously retorted, "But you are not old!"

Nelson was pleased, so he laughed, "You turn out to be honey-mouthed."

Charlotte was speechless because she had not expected it to be so easy to coax him!

She grabbed the hem of her pajamas with a flushed face, looked at him with moist eyes, and said, "It's late. You're not in good health, so you should go to bed now."

Nelson glanced at the time and found it was almost ten. When he nodded, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

His eyes darkened when he coldly asked, "What's wrong?"

Waylon said outside the door, "Mr. Clark, Madame Clark suddenly got ill."

Nelson had no family affection for his grandma, so he indifferently replied, "It's none of my business."

Waylon said, "Mr. Matthew Clark sent people to invite you over. This time, it seems serious. The family doctor is at a loss. They plan to send her to the hospital. You should go to have a look!"

Nelson coldly looked at the ground for a while, suddenly turned to look at Charlotte, and said, "Change your clothes. Go with me."

Charlotte had not expected him to take her there, so she asked, "What?"

...

Ten minutes later, She wheeled Nelson into Madame Clark's residence.

Elizabeth knew how to enjoy her life. Although her residence was not very large, the plants and the decorations were exquisite and priceless. And she had more than a dozen servants. If Charlotte came here at ordinary times, she could see how Elizabeth put on airs. But right now, everyone in the house was anxious.

Seeing Nelson coming, the people inside stopped talking. Matthew frowned and tightly pursed his lips. Judging from his stern face, Charlotte knew Elizabeth's condition must be bad.

Seeing her, Matthew politely nodded and said, "Nelson, the family doctor said it might be a stroke. We should immediately send her to the hospital."

Compared with Matthew, Nelson was much calmer as if the dying person was not his grandmother. Madame Clark's servants were angry about it but dare not say anything. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Because of the wind on the way here, Nelson's face became even paler. He coldly looked at the middle-aged doctor and said, "Tell me about her illness."

The doctor was sweating profusely and didn't even dare to look at Nelson when tremblingly replied, "Madame Clark said she had a headache this morning. She always has headaches, so the servants didn't contact me. According to her instructions, they decocted medicinal herbs for her. At about two in the afternoon, she asked all the servants to leave and took a nap alone. The servants didn't think much about it then. But she did not call anyone in when it was time to have dinner. The servants thought it strange, so they went in and saw her have hemiplegia with her mouth and eyes crooked. They were shocked and quickly called me."

The doctor swallowed hard and continued, "Stroke has always been violent and has a sudden onset. If they had contacted me when Madame Clark told them she had a headache, I would have stabilized her condition. But now, we can only send her to the hospital!"

Nelson remained expressionless when asking, "Where's the person who takes care of her?"

A middle-aged woman knelt on the ground with a plop and said, "Mr. Clark, it's me."

Charlotte remained quiet, glanced at this woman, and recognized her. When she had first come to the Clark family, the woman had asked her to undress for a body check. Her name was Scarlet.

Now, Scarlet was no longer arrogant. Her forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and her body was shaking when she tremblingly said, "Mr. Clark, it's my fault! I failed to take care of Madame Clark."

Nelson lightly glanced at her and expressionlessly said, "It's indeed your fault."

Scarlet was so frightened that she burst into tears, fearing the ruthless man would shoot her in the head.

Charlotte pursed her lips and looked at the person in the bed.