Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 194: Don’t Make Trouble

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Don’t Make Trouble

Lucas Shaw’s gaze deepened, and his eyes suddenly took on a different expression.

His attention fell on Serena Summers’ innocent white little face, and he let out a soft laugh, "Can’t walk the path? Sooner or later, I’ll make sure you truly experience what that feels like."

As Lucas Shaw spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice, almost as if muttering to himself.

Serena didn’t catch it clearly and asked curiously, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, the meal downstairs is ready. Go ahead and eat," Lucas Shaw coughed lightly and started striding towards the stairs.

Serena immediately followed him.

Realizing that Serena hadn’t caught up, Lucas Shaw immediately slowed down and waited for her.

Serena ran over, grabbed his arm, and looked up at him with a lovely and seductive smile.

Faced with that smile, Lucas Shaw’s heart missed a beat, and he reached out to tousle her hair before leading her to the dining table to eat.

After breakfast, Lucas Shaw drove Serena to the hospital.

Dean Carter was already waiting there, and upon seeing Serena, he immediately broke into a smile, "Serena, you’re here so early?"

Serena walked over, and looking around at the nearly assembled crowd, she replied with a helpless smile, "Dean Carter, you’re the one who’s early. You must not have had a good rest last night."

"It’s nothing, this has become the norm for our work. But you, as a young lady, shouldn’t stay up too late often. You must take good care of yourself. You’re the treasure of Clearview Medical Research Institute!"

Serena was embarrassed by the compliment, scratched her head, and her cheeks flushed with a faint red.

The newly risen sun shone on her face, creating a halo that made her even more radiant and irresistible to the eye.

Many patients who had come early for treatment halted in their tracks, their eyes seemingly glued to Serena.

Lucas Shaw noticed their gazes and his eyes slowly narrowed, sweeping over them with a cold look that made them shiver.

They rubbed their arms, though it was the heat of the summer, they felt goosebumps for no reason.

Only when they met Lucas Shaw’s fierce gaze did they realize what was happening.

They glanced in Serena’s direction, weighing their options seriously, but in the end, fear of danger prevailed, and they scurried away.

It wasn’t until they had gone some distance that the oppressive and threatening gaze from behind them vanished, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Too terrifying!

Recalling those eyes, they all had the collective illusion they were on the brink of death.

Serena, completely unaware that someone behind her had used just a gaze to drive several groups of people away, found it all rather strange.

There had been such a long queue yesterday; why had it decreased so drastically today?

Many people preferred to go to Dean Carter instead of coming to her.

Serena rested her chin on her hands, quite curious.

Noticing that the eyes of the people in line looked at her strangely, Serena became even more puzzled.

She furrowed her brows and followed the patients’ gazes behind her.

Case closed.

Lucas Shaw, like a fierce guard deity, stood there with an expressionless face that somehow instilled an inexplicable fear in people.

Serena rubbed her forehead in resignation, finding it somewhat amusing, and reached out to tug at the man’s sleeve.

Lucas Shaw frowned deeply, glaring at the people who were constantly staring at his wife, his expression frightful to behold.

At this moment, someone tugged on his sleeve. He lowered his gaze and met a pair of clear and bright eyes.

"What’s wrong?" Lucas Shaw asked.

"Your expression is too scary; you’ve scared away my patients. You should find somewhere else to hide for now." Serena Summers hooked her little finger onto Lucas Shaw’s, her soft tone almost coquettish.

Lucas Shaw felt as if his chest had been scratched by a cat, a tingling sensation.

If it weren’t for so many people around, he would undoubtedly bend down to pick her up and kiss her fiercely.

However, considering the young girl’s sense of pride, Lucas Shaw kept these thoughts to himself, took a chair to sit beside her, and his face relaxed considerably, "Does this look less frightening now?"

"Is there nothing to do in your company? You’ve been here for several days now, don’t you need to go back and check?" Looking at the man sitting next to her, Serena Summers couldn’t help but laugh a little.

She hadn’t expected Lucas Shaw to have such a childish side.

But it was also indefinably adorable.

"I’m not going; the company affairs are being handled by Ethan Wells and the others, nothing will go wrong if I don’t go back for a few days. This place is so remote, I can’t rest easy leaving you here alone." Lucas Shaw rarely spoke at length, but each word was exceptionally earnest.

Serena Summers looked into those deep eyes and couldn’t help but feel a tremor in her heart.

She chuckled and averted her gaze, "Alright then, just sit here obediently and don’t create any more trouble."

Lucas Shaw toned down his chilly aura, and more people dared to come closer.

A young man in his twenties stepped forward, casting a cautious glance at Lucas Shaw, and asked timidly, "Excuse me, could you please see me for my illness?"

"Of course I can, what’s making you uncomfortable? Briefly describe your symptoms to me." Facing the first patient who dared to approach her for treatment, Serena Summers always had extra patience.

She smiled, her clear eyes looking at him attentively and sincerely.

The young man blushed heavily upon looking at Serena Summers, and his speech became stuttered, "I... my appetite, it’s been uncomfortable."

Serena Summers nodded, "Then stretch out your hand, I will take your pulse for you."

The young man glanced at Lucas Shaw, but still mustered the courage to do as instructed, rolling up his sleeves to reveal an excessively pale wrist.

Lucas Shaw stretched out his own wrist, placing it carelessly on the table in front for a casual comparison and chuckled inwardly after a moment.

A man whose wrist was as thin as a reed, without any sense of strength.

A perfect pretty boy.

Having made the comparison and reached a conclusion, Lucas Shaw drew back his hand and slowly curved his lips in a slight smile, even feeling a bit smug inside.

His Serena, after all, still preferred his type.

Serena Summers was unaware of his small actions; she placed her hand on the patient’s wrist to feel the pulse and asked, "Have you eaten leftovers and such lately? Have you been experiencing vomiting and diarrhoea for several days?"

The young man nodded desperately, hope flickering across his pale face, "Doctor, my stomach has been upset for days, but I haven’t been able to find out the reason. Now that you mention it, I think I did eat some leftovers before."

He hadn’t given it much thought when the torrential rain started and didn’t consider stocking up.

His house was bare, and no restaurant would accept his orders for delivery.

That morning, he was famished, so he reluctantly ate a bowl of leftovers, barely filling his stomach.

Unexpectedly, that’s when the diarrhoea began.

Several days had passed since that day.

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