My Disabled CEO Stood up And Kissed Me (Natalie)

Chapter 41 Do My Legs Bother You

Chapter 41 Do My Legs Bother You?

Kendrick could kiss her on the cheek just by turning his face slightly.

His hand rested on his lips in a fist.

Unknown feelings bubbled up inside, clamoring to break out.

At that moment, he had an impulse .

He turned his face slowly, as if hesitating, but trying.

"Ding" sounded three times.

Several messages popped up on Natalie's phone.

They were E-mails from Owen.

After communicating in Fayman this afternoon, Owen was clearly more excited than she was.

They discussed academic issues like discovering the new continent.

Owen didn't know Natalie's gender.

He just called her Professor.

With such a depth of expertise and an almost transcendent perspective, it was impossible to be

younger than him.

Dr. Gentry was already at the top of his profession.

So this person who was emailing him, must on the higher level.

He was so excited that he sent three emails in a row.

Natalie saw his messages, and she remembered.

She came to the study to talk about treating his legs with him.

She was not here to flirt.

"Actually, I have something to discuss with you." She crouched down again and placed her hands on

Kendrick's knees.

Kendrick nodded.

Natalie took out the phone and showed him Owen's profile, explaining, "Owen, the world's youngest

and most elite neurosurgeon and Walker Gill's favourite student, is coming back next month."

"So?"

"I'd like to invite him to re-diagnose you."

Kendrick frowned and his eyes darkened.

"No." Kendrick refused.

Natalie was confused.

"The result won't be any different." Kendrick was patient with her, explaining, "And, I don't have the

time."

"Well..." Natalie made a concession and said, "What about updating your rehabilitation training plan? It

was made a few years ago. The technology has developed with time passed by. It's time to change."

Kendrick was unimpressed, saying, "Maintaining the status quo is enough."

Natalie tried to say more, but he looked at her and raised his eyebrows, asking, "Do my legs bother

you?"

He didn't care about it, or even didn't thought he could change it.

But she cared about it.

She had mentioned it more than once.

Natalie folded her hands on her knees, rested her chin on them and looked up at him. "We have to

seize any chance!"

"As I said, there will be no change." Kendrick was stubborn.

"There is no cure." Kendrick got angry, "To spend time and energy on a foregone conclusion is a waste.

There is nothing but disappointment. If this bothers you..."

He obviously was irritated.

There was a pause as the last sentence came out.

The face on his knee was little with big weepy eyes, and she looked at him with anticipation.

Kendrick looked away and continued, "Try to ignore it."

"It never bothers me." Natalie's voice was soft like a spring breeze.

She has always been strong outside. She could get angry at anytime and anywhere, and never afraid

of arguing with people.

But when it came to Kendrick, she always had an infinite amount of tenderness.

"I just..." Natalie stood up and held on the arms of her wheelchair. She got closer to him and stared him

in the face, saying, "Want the world to look up to you."

This man was born to be extraordinary, to rule the world.

And he worked so harder than anyone else.

He didn't deserve to be stuck in this little wheelchair.

He should be at the top of this world.

Be admired by all.

"Will you promise?"

"No more discuss about this."

Kendrick's answer was decisive.

Natalie lowered her eyes. She couldn't hide her disappointment.

But she also understood Kendrick.

Over the years, nothing had changed.

He lost hope.

He just thought all effort was for nothing.

Natalie stood up straight and said good night.

The study was soon quiet.

As the anger churned through his blood, Kendrick clenched the glass on the table.

He raised his hand to throw it, but then he remembered that she liked to go barefoot into the study, so

he stopped.

Over the years, he had given up hope for his legs.

Even the disability of his legs became a shadow of his mind.

It brought up a lot of bad memories.

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Kendrick leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

When she left, it looked like her eyes was watery.

Did she cry?

He said some things that he really shouldn't say.

He didn't even control his emotions well.

Especially lately, when he faced her, this problem was so obvious.

At first he just couldn't control his happiness, but now he couldn't control his anger.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Natalie was a little upset.

When she was back, lying in bed, a long list of questions from Owen gave her a headache.

Was it necessary to ask so many academic questions?

She really wondered how this guy got his PhD?

Besides, wasn't he Hamgradish? Why did he speak Fayman?

She edited several words. But she thought for a while, then she threw the phone away.

Well, there was still chance.

She must need him someday.

So she couldn't be offended yet.

What's more, he was very modest. His word was full of respect, and she felt comfortable.

Natalie pulled the quilt over herself, but soon she kicked it away!

She was so annoyed.

Kendrick was so stubborn, and he couldn't be persuaded by him.

She had to find a way.

She covered her face with her hands and thought, "Nothing can defeat me."

In the morning Natalie sneezed and felt a pain in her throat.

The temperatures were set so low last night.

And she kicked the covers.

So she had a cold.

Natalie went downstairs to find the medicine cabinet, but there was no cold medicine in it.

Ashlynn came and asked, "Mrs. Ramsey, what are you looking for?"

"Cold medicine. But it seems like we don't have any."

"Mrs. Ramsey, do you have a cold?" Ashlynn heard Natalie's strange voice, "I'll call Dr. House!"

"No, please go to the community to buy some medicine. I will give you a list."

"All right." Ashlynn responded and asked, "Should I call Mr. Ramsey?"

Natalie shook her head and said nothing.

Ashlynn was confused. She felt that there was a problem between them, but she dare not to ask.

The light in the study went out late last night.

Mr. Ramsey left early in the morning and didn't even have breakfast.

But while she was shopping, Kendrick called her himself.

He was silent for a few moments before he asked she went to 79 Culture Road to pick up the suit for

dry-cleaning.

Ashlynn said, "OK, Mr. Ramsey. But I'm out buying some medicine for Mrs. Ramsey. She's sick, but I

went to several drugstores and couldn't find the medicine she asked me to buy."

"What medicine?"

Ashlynn stared at the name on her phone and read it. Compound paracetamol and Amantadine

Hydrochloride Tablets.

Kendrick frowned, asking, "Why don't you consult Dr. House first? Is she a doctor?"

Ashlynn was afraid to answer.

"Is it serious?" Kendrick asked again.