Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Wyatt looked up at Ryan, his eyes unruffled: "I know."

He's not a fool, of course he knows that.

He also knows that if Starry finds out what's on his mind, maybe he won't even have a chance to be friends.

Wyatt doesn't want to talk about it: "What can I do now?"

Ryan saw that he was not willing to mention the feelings of things, but also sagely did not chat, "Miss Bradley's state, in fact, is also the conclusion of my half-day observation, the specific how, but also need Miss Bradley with some professional tests."

Wyatt shook his head, "I asked you to come over today because I knew she wouldn't want me to interfere with her affairs."

"Then you're kind of giving me a hard time."

Ryan is putting it mildly, and Wyatt is not being a little hard on him, he's being very hard on him.

Even if he is a psychiatrist, but you can't judge Starry as having a problem based on that alone.

Human emotions are very variable and everyone has different psychological tolerance lines, so naturally, the manifestations of depression are not exactly the same.

What's more, mental illness, the patient does not cooperate, even if the doctor has a great ability, it is impossible to let the patient heal with a few words.

What he just said is just a basic judgment of Starry based on his own experience.

But there are no absolutes.

Wyatt gave Ryan a look, "What do you think the chances are that I'll be able to persuade her to cooperate with you in your treatment?"

"Not so much."

Ryan said directly: "Although I have not been in contact with Miss Bradley for a long time, I can see that Miss Bradley is an extremely assertive person, and most people who have assertions are very principled. Since she didn't tell you at the beginning, it proves that she doesn't want to tell you in the future."

"But you don't have to worry, Miss Bradley herself has cooperated with the psychiatrist to do the treatment."

Wyatt leaned back on the couch, tilted his head up, and looked at the ceiling without speaking.

Ryan's words were almost done, and he raised his hand and patted Wyatt's shoulder: "Since you want to help her, I suggest you figure out what the hell just happened."

Everyone has their own secrets, and Ryan isn't really supportive of Wyatt exploring them.

But feelings well, he also understands.

Ryan said nothing more, got up and left the room.

Izabella had just pulled open the door when she saw Ryan coming out of Wyatt's room.

Ryan saw her too and gave her a generous nod of greeting.

Before he went back to his room, Izabella opened decisively, "Mr. Beck, I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

Ryan raised an eyebrow gently and looked away, "Would Miss Baxter mind coming into my room?"

Izabella had closed the door and walked over, "Don't mind."

Ryan nodded a little, pushed the door open, and entered the room.

Izabella was right behind him and the layout of the hotel rooms were similar.

The layout of the luxury suite was much the same, and Izabella made herself comfortable and settled on the sofa. Ryan boiled water, "What's Miss Baxter drinking?"

"Water is just fine."

Ryan poured her a warm glass of water and Izabella took it, touching the warm glass, "Mr. Beck is so attentive."

He observed all the things she did when she had her period.

Ryan also guessed what Izabella wanted to ask, he smiled a little, turned around and walked aside, took a business card from inside the business card box and handed it to Izabella. "Miss Baxter, here's my card."

Seeing the business card, Izabella instantly understood.

She took a sip of warm water and also opened the door: "At the risk of asking, did Mr. Matthews ask you to come?"

Ryan seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Miss Baxter is so smart."

Izabella panted, "I don't think it's hard to tell what Mr. Matthews thinks of Starry. Since he brought you here today and you are so concerned about Starry, I think it should not be as simple as simply caring." She said, looking a little worried: "I've doubted Starry's status before."

Ryan gave Izabella a look, "The Miss Bradley thing, I still want Miss Bradley to tell you guys herself."

Izabella also understood that she was not here to pry anything either, but just to solve a doubt. "Thank you, Mr. Beck."

Izabella didn't stay long, she took another sip of warm water and then got up to say goodbye.

Ryan walked her to the door of the room, and as Izabella was leaving, he added: "Miss Bradley is likely to be stimulated, Miss Baxter is better off keeping an eye on Miss Bradley's status these days if she's not busy."

Izabella thought of the past, the heart can not help but have a few moments of fear, listening to Ryan's words, nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I will!"

Izabella went back to her room and subconsciously wanted to call Starry, but then she remembered Dillon's words and finally didn't press the dial button. Meanwhile, inside Starry's room.

Filip has been sitting on the couch for almost an hour now. He looks back at Starry on the bed, who should be asleep.

The room was quiet inside, he got up and walked over, the wind from the window that blew in, a little cool.

The Starry people on the bed are almost inside the quilt go, she curled up her body, only showing a head out.

Filip also only saw at this time that she was crying.

To be more precise, she was crying inside her dream.

That as alabaster face, the eyebrows tightly, tightly closed eyes with teardrops frozen in the corners, one side of the pillow has been wet a piece. Been crying for a while now.

The black eyes moved slightly, he leaned down and wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

Filip was just about to withdraw his hand when the person on the bed suddenly moved, and his hand froze.

After two seconds, the person on the bed was still asleep, and Filip withdrew his hand.

He had a few rare moments of relief on his face and was just about to get up to go back to the couch when he heard Starry's dreamy voice.

Her voice was very soft, with a few cries, Filip at first could not hear what she was saying, only heard a voice and knew she was talking. He moved and looked at Starry on the bed.

Only to see Starry's lips move again, and this time, Filip heard what she was saying clearly.

"Sebastian, I'm sorry."

She's saying she's sorry.

Filip pursed his thin lips for a moment, he did not continue to crouch by the bed, got up and went back to the sofa.

The sun began to slope westward in the evening, and the wind blowing in from the half-open window was getting stronger.

The room is still quiet, the person on the bed is sleeping heavily, and Filip sitting on the sofa also has his eyes closed and seems to be asleep.

The sky outside the window is getting darker and darker, after the sun sets, the sky a into a black.

Starry opened her eyes, only to find that all around her was black, she just felt panic, and subconsciously sat up violently from the bed, groping her hands to the side, trying to find her phone.

In the darkness, the phone was accidentally swept to the ground by her.

The banging sound woke her up and also let the man sitting on the couch know that she was awake.

Filip opened his eyes, turned his head, and in the dimness, he still found Starry sitting on the bed at once. Seeing her panic, he turned sideways and turned on a light.