With those words, Dr. Owen patiently bandaged him up and specifically instructed Emma Johnson, "His condition is special these days. You need to take good care of him. He can't get the wound wet or use excessive force. Otherwise, even if a miracle worker were here, he wouldn't be saved."
"Understood, Dr. Owen." Emma kept his words in mind.
After that, they left the hospital together and headed to the New York Fashion Magazine office.
After a few steps, Liam Williams suddenly thought about how she had taken the initiative to hold his hand earlier. He stopped abruptly and said, "Hey, wife, can you do me a favor?"
"What is it? What can I do for you?" Emma stopped and looked at him.
"Can you hold my right hand for me? It feels a bit heavy." Liam had the nerve to say that.
Emma was speechless.
Liam, can you be any more shameless?
"Hurry up, didn't you hear what the doctor said? I can't overdo it. But suddenly, I feel like this hand is so heavy. What should I do?" He started to groan and complain.
In a hurry, Emma walked over to him and said, "Liam, can you be any more childish? You're a grown man, and you're acting so proud of yourself!" With that, she grabbed his arm roughly and walked forward fiercely.
Liam looked at her back and wondered why, even when she called him childish, it made him so happy inside.
Poisoned!
He must have been poisoned by this woman!
On the noisy street, the breeze gently lifted her long hair and the hem of her skirt. Liam was lost in the sight of her for a moment.
This woman was right by his side, close enough for him to reach out and embrace.
At that moment, his eyes were only on her.
The passersby nearby seemed to fade into nothingness. In the crowded crowd, Liam only had eyes for this woman named Emma Johnson.
They walked into the New York Fashion Magazine office one after another.
When they reached the chief editor's office, Joshua Harris had just called someone to install a new door on the broken one. When he saw them coming in together, he said politely, "Sir, Madam, I've cleaned up here."
Emma saw that it had been repaired—no, the door had been reinstalled—and the documents inside were neatly packed. She swallowed.
It seemed Liam's men were really talented.
Emma nodded with satisfaction and looked at Joshua, "Hard work. You're Christopher, right?"
Christopher nodded slightly, "My name is Christopher Martin. This is what I should do."
Liam looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Then we'll go first, wife. You can work well. If you're hungry, go downstairs and get something to eat. I asked Christopher to order dishes at The Waterfront, but it's too late. I have another meeting later. I'll go first. Be good." Liam gently kissed Emma on the cheek, then strode out of the editor's office with Christopher.
...
At 2:30 PM in the social room of New York Fashion Magazine.
Joshua Harris sat in the center and said, "Everyone, report the situation during my absence. Let me know. Emma, please start first."
"Alright, boss. Well, let me briefly talk about the problems we encountered in editing the magazine last month. First of all..."
As she finished, Joshua nodded thoughtfully.
About half an hour later, everyone had spoken.
At this point, Joshua suddenly coughed a few times and said solemnly, "Now that we've almost finished our business, let's talk about something else. Emma, what's your opinion? I heard your office was attacked by terrorists this morning?"
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh.
Emma was stunned. The boss was starting to criticize her.
Counting down the troubles she had caused in the past few days.
The day before yesterday, a group of reporters were blocking the door of New York Fashion Magazine just to get a response from Emma.
The day before yesterday, Liam and she were also interviewed by reporters at the company gate. Liam threatened to wipe out other people's newspapers!
Today, Isabella Miller came to the office and made a big scene.
Then Liam kicked the door of the office.
These things were enough to get her in trouble.
Emma swallowed her saliva and hesitated, "Boss, I'm sorry. Because of my personal reasons, it has brought a lot of inconvenience to the company and colleagues. I'm here to apologize to you..."
As soon as she finished, Joshua snorted coldly, "Is that it? After such a big thing..."
"Ah? Boss, you're not going to deduct my salary, are you? I can't be blamed for all of this..." Emma couldn't help but cry out for injustice. Although things happened because of her, she didn't want things to develop like this, did she?
Joshua saw her jump up quickly and said slowly, "Emma, I have discussed with you. You're married, and you're not going to invite us to dinner? Are you afraid we can't afford the red envelope?"
"Well... What? The reason the boss made a stir is... this?" Emma was confused, but she said happily, "How could it be? When we have a banquet, you won't be able to run away."
Joshua heard this sentence and finally agreed to let her go, "Okay, it's fine. Let's get off work early today. Let's start tomorrow and cheer for this month's magazine."
Hearing that they could leave work early, colleagues went crazy and walked out one by one.
Emma took two steps to Joshua's side, "Boss, are you really not angry? I almost blew up the magazine you worked so hard to set up."
Joshua looked at her with a smile, "What do you know? Your husband is so rich. If one day our magazine is really upset by you, he will help me find a better office. Don't worry."
Emma was speechless.
Boss, what's the bottom line?
You can't be like this, can you?
Just because Emma has an omnipotent husband, he can laugh off all the things she committed?