After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 795 Funny husbands are rare

"Then... well, Anthony, you have to take care of Mavis. She's a patient. You have to be easy on her."

Rebecca said worriedly.

Anthony was a little impatient, and nodded without speaking.

Only then did Rebecca turn and leave, turning to look back repeatedly at every step. Obviously, she was showing extreme disbelief in him.

Seeing this, Anthony put his arms around Mavis's shoulders and hugged her forcefully. Facing Mavis' suspicion, he smiled softly with his lips curled up.

Rebecca felt relieved to leave.

When her figure disappeared in the hospital's lobby, Anthony let go of his hands around Mavis's shoulders, and turned around to enter the elevator first. "Have you registered? Are you going to the internal medicine department? Which floor?"

He asked concisely, and his voice was calm and emotionless.

Mavis was stunned for a while before she realized what he said, and followed into the elevator, "Yes, the doctor is on the third floor."

Anthony pressed the button on the third floor and stopped talking.

Mavis stood aside cautiously. In the narrow and quiet environment, she didn't know where to look.

She had not seen him for ten days, but she felt as if she hadn't seen Anthony for a long, long time, so long that she was about to wonder if this man had died outside in an accident. "Last time when you were sent to the hospital with acute gastroenteritis, I worked overtime at the company, sorry."

"Um?"

Mavis raised her eyes in a daze, and then realized that Anthony was apologizing for what happened last time.

"It's okay. You don't have to feel sorry."

She used to be alone when she was sick. And at least now she can have Rebecca by her side, and Timothy can help her make emergency calls, which was already very good.

Anthony's palms in his suit trouser pockets tightened, and a sense of guilt emerged in his heart inexplicably.

Rebecca called and told him that Mavis was in the hospital with gastroenteritis when he was driving on the way to replace Lyra.

That day, he hesitated to turn around.

But in the end, he still chose to go to Lyra. Thinking about it now, he felt very sorry for Mavis.

"I haven't been back to Callahan Residence for ten days, so you don't wonder what I did?" Anthony asked proactively.

Mavis nodded, thought about it, and shook her head again.

Anthony smiled, "What does that mean?"

She said truthfully, "I'm curious, because the Callahan Group...you haven't shown up these days, but I know you must be busy with other important things. You said you hate me asking about your personal affairs, so I do not ask."

Anthony looked down at her and her long blond curly hair. She had a natural charm in her exotic eyes.

The bridge of her nose was high and her facial features were exquisite.

She was quiet, really like a considerate wife.

Anthony couldn't bear it, but didn't say anything.

The two walked out of the elevator in silence. There were many patients in the outpatient department of this urban hospital, and the aisles were full of people coming and going.

When everyone passed by Anthony and Mavis, they would stop and take a second look.

There were many voices of discussion around, especially around Anthony.

Mavis was a little embarrassed, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Callahan, we are still married in secret. If someone recognizes you and you accompany me to the hospital, it will be on the news tomorrow, right?' "Yeah." Anthony responded softly, and it would happen.

Mavis: "How about...forget it. My bad stomach is an old problem. I can go and see the doctor alone, so as not to delay your busy work."

"Um."

He really agreed, without any hesitation, Mavis was still a little disappointed.

Just in time, Mavis' name appeared in the waiting list.

Mavis said politely, "Thank you for accompanying me. Don't worry. I won't say anything more to Rebecca."

She quickly walked into the consulting room without looking back.

Anthony stopped walking forward, pondered for a few seconds with his deep blue eyes, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction. After a few minutes.

The door of the consulting room was suddenly pushed open.

The doctor was suspicious, "Sir, please come in after your name is called."

"I'm accompanying my wife to see the doctor, and I'm here to hear about her diagnosis."

Hearing this, the doctor looked at Mavis and praised with a smile, "Your husband is really kind. There are not many such careful men nowadays."

Mavis, who turned her back to the door, was visibly startled when she saw Anthony wearing a mask.

"Why did you come in?" Didn't you leave?

Anthony walked behind her, put his hands lightly on her shoulders, and said in a lazy voice with a bit of seriousness, "I just asked for a mask from the nurse's station, so I came in a few minutes late. Are you angry?"

Mavis was in a trance for a moment.

His hands resting on her shoulders seemed to have magical power, inexplicably making her heart beat faster, and her whole body was filled with warmth.

"Thank you." She said sincerely.

"I should do so." He said softly, and looked up at the doctor again, "How is her gastrointestinal condition? Is it serious?"

The doctor quickly told the truth about Mavis' physical condition, and almost in the second half, the doctor was negotiating with Anthony, but Mavis couldn't get in a word.

"That's probably the case. In the future, you should pay attention to eating less late-night snacks. You can drink a glass of warm milk before going to bed to protect your stomach and improve your sleep. In addition, you need to do these tests. If the indicators are normal, there is nothing serious."

"That sounds good."

Anthony took the bill of payment, took the initiative to help Mavis carry her bag, took her palm with his warm hand, and took her to pay for the examination.

Mavis was in a daze the whole time, and Anthony in front of her was suddenly too good to be real.

She was like a delicate doll without the ability to think, letting Anthony pull her away.

In the afternoon.

Malcolm took Lyra back to Lyre Spiti.

Although Lyra wanted to see the children first, he insisted on showing Lyra their marriage certificate first.

The locked drawer of the wardrobe was opened, and Malcolm took out two pieces of papers, and presented them to Lyra with great care.

Lyra sat by the bed, took the certificates in his hand, and opened it.

The thin papers were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it set off the past scene of going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to obtain them five years ago.

Certificate holder, registration date, marriage certificate number...

All the information was meticulous. There was a photo of them who wore white shirts in red background. Both of them were smiling, looking excited and joyful which couldn't be hidden. Lyra touched the texture of the photo with her fingertips, feeling deeply moved.

Malcolm was watching her from the side, "Did you remember anything?"

Lyra stopped touching, closed the marriage certificate, and shook her head.

Malcolm wasn't discouraged, "It's okay, as long as you know I'm not lying to you, and that we're really a couple, forever and ever."

Lyra didn't speak, but smiled softly, and her whole heart softened when she saw the marriage certificate again.

Malcolm took back the paper in her hand, put it back neatly, and locked the drawer.

He took out a washboard from under the wardrobe.

The moment she saw that thing, Lyra almost couldn't hold back her laughter, and forced her to ask, "What is this?"

Malcolm: "A washboard. It is an expensive custom-made handicraft. It is usually used to wash clothes, but it can also be used to let me kneel on it."

Seriously, he laid the washboard flat on the floor in front of Lyra's feet, turned around and opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a whip inside. Lyra: "What is this?"

"The whip is thick and strong, and it is very threatening when it is taken out. It is usually used as a decoration, and it can also be used to beat me." Her husband was so funny, and it was really tiring to hold back her laughter.