Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
Chapter 827

Chapter 827

"What are we doing here?"

Conrad introduced Marcus to her. "This is Mr. White, a psychologist."

There was displeasure in Fia's eyes. "I'm not sick."

She tugged Conrad's arm. "I'm not sick. I don't need to see a psychologist. Let's go home!"

Marcus looked at her and said, "You're quite seriously ill."

Conrad glared at him in annoyance.

Fia didn't look at Marcus. For some reason, the man was putting her under immense pressure. As if he could see through her secrets at any time. Marcus ignored her and said, "While your eyes look innocent and pure, they lack the vigor of a healthy person. It means that your heart is exhausted."

"I don't know what you're talking about! I'm completely fine!" Fia didn't want to look at Marcus, and simply pulled Conrad, wanting to leave. Marcus was a proud man. His work in psychology made him an important and welcomed guest even to the royalty of another country!

And the woman in front of him riled him up.

"Come in."

With that, he turned around and retreated into the mansion.

Conrad tried to coax Fia and said, "Let's just treat this as another medical checkup for the sake of our child, alright?”

"He said that I'm very ill! He's completely wrong! Sally said that I'll be fine as long as I pay attention to my emotions."

"Fia, your emotions might go erratic now that you're pregnant. We have to be prepared."

Tiger became nervous, "Madam, I've checked. Marcus White is very good at his job. He even managed to treat patients with serious mental illness. I..."

"I'm not mentally ill!" Fia suddenly became furious. "I'm just in a bad mood!"

Conrad felt a headache coming. He picked her up and marched right into Marcus's home.

Fia kept on struggling all the way to the point of kicking her shoes off.

Tiger followed behind them and picked up the shoes.

There were several cream-colored sofas in the Mediterranean-style living room. Marcus was sitting there playing with his teapot.

When he saw his three guests come in, he poured three cups of tea.

"Have a seat. Have a drink." His tone was calm and collected.

Tiger picked up a cup and used a small instrument to check. Only when he was sure it was fine did he drink the tea

Conrad glanced at him and then sat opposite Marcus with Fia in his arms. "Thank you, Mr. White."

Marcus picked up his teacup and gave it a blow before taking a sip.

"A lot of people sought me out to treat them or their family, but I usually refuse them. To me, it depends if you've caught my eye," he said. Conrad nodded. "My wife isn't sick. She's just in a bad mood." He was worried that Fia would feel upset, so he said that first.

Marcus looked at him, and then at the woman he was holding in his arms. He nodded, meaning he understood.

"I've used the wrong terminology."

Fia controlled her mood so that she wouldn't look like a madwoman in front of an outsider.

She got out of Conrad's arms and sat next to him.

Marcus gave him a glance and said, "Have a drink, Mrs. Maxwell."

Fia picked up the teacup and could smell the fragrant scent of tea. She couldn't help drinking it. "How's the taste?" Marcus asked.