My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 3 Grab Her Neck

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of Joshua, the butler, came from the

door. "Young Master."

Kieran said, "Come in."

Joshua opened the door and entered. "Young Master, how should we deal with Young Mistress?"

Kieran stood at the bedside. He was wearing white shirt and black pants.

Kieran skillfully turned the shining silver button on the shirt sleeve. He took a look at Sylvie, "We have

raised two wolves in the backyard, how about throw you to them?"

Orchid Villa was located in the remote, where a rich and powerful family should not be located. The

Shaw family sent people had investigated the Orchid Villa, but they only knew that Madam Lowe and

Kieran Lowe lived in the Orchid Villa, and Kieran Lowe was terminally ill.

Josie's biggest wish was to marry her two daughters into four powerful families in H City. But when she

knew that Kieran Lowe was terminally ill, she even wanted to ask the ancestors of the Shaw family why

they had arranged such a marriage.

Josie did not want her daughter to marry to him, but Martin was a filial piety, not willing to violate the

agreement of the older generation.

Josie thought of Sylvie, so she took her back to marry Kieran Lowe.

So in Sylvie’s cognition, Kieran was definitely not a rich man, but at the moment she was confused.

This man was noble like a king.

He kept wolves in the backyard, which was not an entertainment for ordinary people.

Sylvie wanted to speak, but at this time the man suddenly hold his hands on the table. He frowned,

showing the look of pain.

The butler’s face changed and he said, “Young Master, I'll call a doctor now!”

Sylvie was surprised to see that.

Was he sick?

It was a terrible disease.

Sylvie met the man's red eyes. Kieran turned to look at her and said to the butler, "Let her get out!"

The butler said, “Go now, Young Mistress.”

Sylvie knew that she could not go. She needed the identity of his bride to go back to the Shaw family.

Sylvie looked to Kieran and said, "You are sick, what disease do you have? I know something about

medicine. I am good at acupuncture and moxibustion. I can cure you."

Kieran pressed his thin lips and said coldly, "Get out!"

Sylvie approached him, "Just now I smelt you Lily, Tuckahoe, Gastrodia elata and other precious

medicinal materials on your body. They are for sleep disorder."

The butler looked at Sylvie in shock, "Young Mistress, you..."

Sylvie felt her eyes on the handsome surface of Kieran, "How severe is your sleep disorder? If you

have severe sleep disorders, it will have a serious impact on your mental state, leaving your body

exhausted to the extreme without rest and relaxation. This can lead to your alter ego living in your

body, which is dark, irritable, scary, and almost morbid."

Kieran’s narrow eyes became more and more red. His face was gloomy. He reached out and caught

Sylvie’s neck.

Her neck was so delicate that if he squeezed it lightly, she would be dead.

"Young Mistress, don't goad the Young Master anymore! Young Master, let Young Mistress go at once!" Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The butler was so anxious that he just rushed up.

The fresh air that can breathe was getting thinner and thinner, Sylvie’s face slowly became red, but with

a pin of her hand, she pierced a silver needle into Kieran's acupoint.

Kieran’s hand lost and he sat on the sofa.

Sylvie was gasping. She didn’t want to lose life here, so she was scared.

This man was too dangerous. The sleep disorder turned him from an elegant, noble man into a

monster at any time.

But she had no choice but to take the plunge.

Sylvie adjusted the breath, came to him, and then massaged her temples.

Kieran closed his eyes and covered his red eyes. "Your treatment is to massage me?"

"Are you happy? You are the first man I massage."

"You are first woman to give me massage."

"..."

"Let me stay, and we live in peace. You don't meddle in my personal affairs, I'll help you play in front of

Grandma, and I can help you with insomnia, okay?"

He said nothing.

When Sylvie pushed a needle into Kieran’s brain acupuncture points, Kieran closed his eyes and fell

into the sofa.

Sylvie quickly stretched his hand and caught his handsome face.

He fell asleep.

The butler had cold sweat. Kieran was the owner of the Lowe family. He had good performance in

business since he was 12.

No one ever dared speak like that to him.

All the girls who had been lucky enough to see him over the years wanted to throw themselves in his

arms.

Young Mistress was so special, she was calm and intelligent in front of him even when he was sick.

What was more surprising was that the Young Master had fallen asleep!

Young Master hadn't slept for a long time!

The masters of the treatment of insomnia to the Young Master were the world's top list, but they failed

to cure him. And now the Young Master fell asleep in the hands of the Young Mistress!

"Young Mistress..." Said the butler.

Sylvie asked him to be silent, "Go out, I will be here."

For no reason, the butler felt that the Young Mistress had a reassuring force. He obediently retreated.

...

The room was silent.

Sylvie put him into the sofa when he was entered the deep sleep, and gave him a quilt.

After that, Sylvie went to bed.

At this time, Kieran on the sofa slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

Kieran got up and came to the bed, stretching out his long fingers to uncover the veil on the face of

Sylvie.