The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 377: Chapter 377 Falling All Over the Ground Like Red_1

Greg didn’t know what the father and daughter were thinking. After resting for a while at noon, he began to concentrate on brewing the medicinal ingredients.

Amelia conscientiously went to the living room to play on her phone, while Greg was busy in the kitchen until dark, ultimately producing close to forty Elixir pills.

He put all the Elixirs into a small medicine bottle and suddenly realized that Mick hadn’t come to deliver dinner.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Hey, didn’t your dad bring over dinner?”

“No.”

Amelia laughed, “But it’s okay, I went out and bought groceries in the afternoon, so I’ll cook dinner tonight.”

“Can you cook?”

“Mr. Greg, you really underestimate me. I started learning to cook with my mom when I was in my teens.”

“Uh, okay then.”

Greg smiled, feeling a bit puzzled. He had the impression that Mick and his daughter were acting a bit strange today.

He didn’t dwell on it and, after cleaning up the kitchen, went to the master bedroom’s bathroom for a shower.

By the time he came out from the shower, Amelia had already prepared dinner.

There were four dishes and a soup, along with a bottle of red wine.

Staring at the red wine, Greg was somewhat startled and exclaimed, “Are you of age already? You drink wine?”

“I’m of age, I’ve even passed my eighteenth birthday.”

Thinking of something, Amelia’s face suddenly blushed, and with her head lowered she picked up her glass, took a small sip, and said, “Mr. Greg, don’t keep staring at me, you… you drink.”

“Okay.”

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Greg nodded with a smile.

The two of them ate and drank wine, not speaking much to each other.

Before long, when Greg went to pour more wine, he found the bottle empty. Looking up, he saw Amelia lifting her glass in a toast, draining the wine in one gulp.

Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes slightly narrowed and her gaze a bit misty. A droplet of wine spilled from the corner of her thin lips, then spread to her chin, trickling down her fair neck and into her bosom.

The bright red wine on her skin resembled a delicate cinnabar mole.

Possibly due to the alcohol, Greg felt his heartbeat gradually speed up and his breathing became somewhat rushed.

“Mr. Greg, why do you keep staring at me?”

“Uh, no, not at all.”

A hint of panic flashed in Greg’s eyes.

Seeing this, Amelia covered her mouth and giggled, saying in a tipsy blur, “Hehe, I know what you’re thinking.”

Moved by the moment, Greg’s lips curled into a sly smile as he asked, “Oh, so tell me what I’m thinking?”

Just as Amelia was about to speak, she suddenly realized what she was about to say. Her already flushed face grew even more rosy, and she retorted, “Hmph, you’re so bad, I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“Haha.”

Greg grinned and stood up to help clear the table.

Amelia quickly said, “You sit, I can clean up.”

They were very close to each other, and her quiet floral scent mixed with a faint smell of alcohol wafted into his nose.

Greg instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist, her slender waist felt like a willow branch in his embrace, giving him a sense of complete control and satisfaction.

Amelia stiffened, then relaxed, and without turning her head, hummed, “Mr. Greg, stop messing around, I’m cleaning up.”

“Forget about cleaning up, let me take care of you instead.”

Greg lowered his head, deeply inhaling the scent of her hair before gently kissing her.

Amelia shivered, her body immediately going limp, as if all her strength had been drained, and she leaned softly against Greg’s chest.

Greg fully understood the Simmons family’s intentions and, no longer holding back, he lifted Amelia’s chin and kissed her.

“Mmm…”

Amelia Simmons was obviously a novice, initially she tried to resist, but she quickly admitted defeat.

“Sir, to the bedroom.”

“Hmm, okay.”

Greg Jensen also realized what was happening, scooped her up horizontally, went upstairs, kicked open the half-closed bedroom door, then climbed onto the bed.

In the dimly lit room, Amelia Simmons’s body was somewhat stiff. Despite her mental preparation, she was still somewhat nervous when the moment arrived.

She took a deep breath, ready to face the storm.

However, Greg Jensen’s roughness suddenly changed. He did not continue to press forward but held her in his arms and gently stroked her hair while chatting with her.

Spring rain is as precious as oil, especially the continuous fine drizzle.

The pristine rainwater, flowing through every nook and cranny, silently moistens the cracked and parched soil, bringing endless spring vitality to all things.

Amelia Simmons was different from all of Greg Jensen’s other women, even more compliant and docile than Vince Cooper, and had better stamina than Taylor Ware.

Her fully submissive attitude could greatly satisfy a man’s desire to conquer.

The only flaw was that she was somewhat inhibited.

Of course, this was no problem for Greg Jensen.

…

Mick Simmons still couldn’t quite rest easy, so he drove to the villa to check things out, only to find leftover bowls and chopsticks on the dining table.

Wondering where everyone had gone, he suddenly heard muffled roars from upstairs, and his face flushed red as he rapidly figured out what was happening.

Looking upstairs with some concern, he sighed, his thoughts a jumble of emotions. After a moment’s hesitation, he swiftly left the villa.

…

The Morris family.

“Dad, we can’t find that young man.”

Leon Morris said, “We’ve practically turned the provincial city upside down, but we still haven’t found the young man who treated Fraser Simmons.”

Leon Morris’s face showed a bitter expression; all the wrinkles on his face gathered together as he sighed, “Stop looking, he’s probably long gone.”

“What do we do then? Just let the Simmons family overshadow ours?”

“What else?”

Leon Morris frowned, then sighed again, “Let’s wait and see. If it really comes to it, we’ll invite a half-step Grandmaster from another province over.

See if we can defeat Fraser Simmons at the Martial Way conference. If we can, then the Simmons family’s businesses will naturally become ours. If we can’t…”

He did not continue, falling into an irritable silence instead.

Jasper Morris didn’t speak either because he knew that if they couldn’t defeat the Simmons family, they’d have no choice but to be overshadowed by them.

After a while, Leon Morris suddenly spoke up, “During this exchange meeting, Healington will be sending over a traveler and a protector. Make sure to prepare a generous gift for them.”

Jasper Morris replied with some dissatisfaction, “Dad, we send gifts to Healington every year, and it doesn’t seem to make any difference.

They take the gifts, but they don’t take us seriously at all.”

Leon Morris looked at him intently, “Whether they take us seriously is not important, what’s important is not to offend them.

Moreover, if by chance our gifts catch Healington’s eye, our Morris family would be set to soar high.”

Jasper Morris paused for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

Healington’s status in the martial world was extremely unique, whether for their ability to save lives and aid the injured or for the Elixirs they produced, all were things desperately needed by the martial experts.

Therefore, even though Healington itself did not have a very strong Martial Way tradition, the sect still had many powerful practitioners.

Healington’s reputation in the martial world was also high; with one command, they could summon numerous followers.

Ordinary martial experts didn’t want to offend Healington.

Even those large families with Grandmasters didn’t want to provoke them lightly, let alone a smaller family like the Morris family.