You're The Best Medicine For Me

He unintentionally approached her and asked with a lethargic look and tone, “What are you going to do?”
Shirley was slightly startled. Six years ago, the perfume she used was the one she made, it was colorless and its fragrance was extremely faint, so
faint that it seemed to be a natural body scent. Those playboys did not like the fragrance but Bryan sat beside her and approached her during the
masquerade, saying, “You smell good!”
He then lied down on her lap and fell asleep!
She had left several bottles of the same perfume in the room back then and they were stolen by Sabina. Only three drops were needed each time to
make Bryan fall asleep. Now that Sabina’s perfume no longer work for him, she supposed she had used up all the perfume she left. According to her
investigation, Sabina had also made her own perfume, but it was clearly ineffective towards Bryan!
Shirley was too absorbed in her memory until Bryan became unhappy. How could that woman be distracted when he was by her side? He moved
closer towards her, yet the more he approached her, the more tired he felt...
Shirley sensed something falling onto her shoulder and the perfume bottle she was holding in her hands was hit by the man’s hand and dropped. The
perfume in the bottle all splashed onto the carpet. Something heavy was pressing against her. She turned and as she looked at the man who had
fallen into her arms, she was shocked and did not know whether to smile or to cry...He slept, just like that?
Jordan took a glance from the rearview mirror and yelled anxiously. “Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore...Doctor Thomas, what’s happened to Mr. Moore?” Shirley
tilted her head and held his body while saying with an aggrieved look, “He fell asleep.”
The car stopped in front of the Moore Tower. After parking the car, Jordan immediately reported Bryan’s condition to Scarlett. Scarlett was thrilled. In
order to guarantee her grandson’s sleep, she asked Shirley to stay in the car and keep him company. No one was allowed to approach the car which
Bryan was in and disturb his rest.
The time slowly went by. Shirley had pushed Bryan away a few times but he would return to her lap less than five seconds, sleeping heavily with his
face clinging to her lap. His completely relaxed look made Shirley distracted. Her eyes fell onto his handsome face. His chiseled facial features were
flawless and he looked gentle when he slept. She initially thought she would never be able to face this man again.
Her hatred towards him was not less than that towards Sabina. If it was not because of he suddenly showed up, approached her and searched for
her, that accident would not have happened to her six years ago. Even though she would be ignorant enough to think that her parents loved her, at
least she had a complete family. She raised her hand and waved...
Yet, she stopped when her palm almost landed on the man’s face. Her eyes were fixed on his slightly tired face. She gritted her teeth and retrieved
her hand, and then pushed him away. Bryan rolled and fell under the seat. His head fell onto her feet. He then rolled and placed his hand onto her

calf. Shirley drew a cold breath and slapped his arm to get his hand off her calf. She gritted her teeth and scolded softly, “You gangster!”
“Doctor Thomas, is anything wrong?” Jordan’s voice was suddenly heard from the outside. Shirley quickly extended her hand to pull Bryan back up
and she replied, “Everything’s fine. Mr. Moore is sleeping soundly, you don’t have to worry.”
“Okay, if there’s any problem, you can call me. I’ll be outside.”
“Sure.” Shirley almost used up her energy to say that word. Bryan looked thin, but he was still heavy. After finally pulling him up from beneath, Bryan
pounded towards her. She leaned back and accidentally touched the seat button. The seatback was instantly adjusted and let down. In addition to the
force, both of them half lied down on the seat.
Bryan held her shoulder with one hand while his other hand was placed on the seat. He slightly opened his eyes and stared at the woman in his arms
in a daze while mumbling, “Who are you?”