My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 8 Push Her

Sylvie pointed to Daisy, looking at Kieran, "She said that."

Daisy and Olivia was shocked, so this man was Sylvie’s gigolo?

Oh my god!

At this time, the shop owner sent out a cake with strawberry jam. Kieran carried it in his hand, "Let's go

home."

"Ok." Sylvie followed, looked back and waved hand to Daisy, "Bye-bye."

Daisy was stunned. She did not expect that Sylvie was with the high-level gigolo.

At this time Olivia said, "Daisy, you are wrong."

Daisy glared at Olivia.

Olivia said with a smile, "Daisy, I mean, Sylvie’s gigolo is handsome, how much money to keep him?"

Kieran did look at her at all, which made Daisy feel angry.

However the words of Olivia reminded her that he was just a gigolo, she could spend several times the

price to keep him.

Thinking of this, Daisy was excited.

"Sir, give me the cake I bought, we are going home." Daisy went to get the cake.

The shop owner said, "Sorry, Miss, I will give you back the money, even can double compensation. I

can’t sell this cake to you."

"Why?” Daisy and Olivia were stunned.

The shop owner smiled, "Because, this cake is for my dog."

What?

Daisy patted the table, "What do you mean, are you humiliating us?"

The shop owner said, "Isn’t that clear? You have offended a big man. Even if I give this to the dog, I

won’t give it to you!"

...

The luxury car parked in the Orchid Villa. Kieran handed the black card to Sylvie, "This is for you."

Sylvie was confused.

"I don't want it." She refused.

"You certainly can't support me, but I can support you, Mrs. Lowe."

When he said it with a magnetic voice, Sylvie only felt her heartbeat fast.

Sylvie quickly pulled open the car door and got out of the car.

This man was really a monster.

Sylvie put the black card in the bag, and walked into the living room. Madam Lowe came out with a

smile, "Sylvie, you are back, how is your day?"

"Grandma, it's going well. Let's have cake together."

Madam Lowe's eyes lit up and she walked into the living room. "Ok," she said. "I like cake best."

At that moment, Kieran walked in. He did not go to the living room, but went straight upstairs. But on

the stairs, his eyes fell on Madam Lowe, "Grandma, you have high blood pressure. Just have a bite.”

Madam Lowe put a few bites of cake into her mouth and said, "I know, so I just took a bite. It's really

sweet."

Sylvie was amused by this old lady. She lifted eyes looking at the man on the stairs, "Do you want

some?" This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Kieran didn't like sweets. "No," he said.

"Ok."

"Your mouth..."

Kieran's eyes fell on her small face. As she ate the cake, the veil on her face lifted a corner to reveal

her small jaw and her half-covered red lips.

She had beautiful cherry color lips.

There was now a stain of cream on her lips.

After he reminded, Sylvie extended her tongue to lick that cream.

When she looked up at him again, he glanced at her red lips and pulled his tie at the collar of his shirt.

His throat rolled up and walked into the study.

Sylvie flushed.

Sylvie quickly took out tissue to wipe the lips.

When the butler went upstairs with an old man, Sylvie asked, "Grandma, who is that man?"

"Oh, that's Mr. Rupert, who comes here once a month."

Mr. Rupert was the famous hypnosis master in the world. She studied medicine, so she had heard his

name.

Mr. Rupert was here to treat Kieran’s sleep disorders. It seemed that his sleep disorders were more

serious than she imagined.

...

Sylvie came to the door of the study. There came a strange sound. Sylvie was surprised and quickly

opened the door.

The study was a mess. Documents on the desk were on the ground, and Mr. Rupert's clock was

shattered.

Kieran stood at his desk, with his big hands propping on the table. The veins on his palms were leaping

and his fine chest was panting up and down like a beast.

Kieran raised his head, and Sylvie saw his eyes dyed with terrible red blood color.

Now he was like a different person.

Sylvie was not strange to this person, because she saw him last night.

They looked at each other. Kieran said in a deep voice, "Get out!"

Sylvie did not move.

The butler picked up the broken clock, came out with Mr. Rupert and closed the door.

A door separated two worlds.

Sylvie looked at Mr. Rupert, "Mr. Rupert, how is he?"

Mr. Rupert shook his head. "At the beginning, I could hypnotize Mr. Kieran and let him sleep for one

day a month, but his mental condition went worse too fast. Mr. Kieran was extremely alert and his

mental defense was so strong that I could no longer hypnotize him."

Sylvie was not surprised, Kieran was a mature and introverted man. He was calm and self-control.

Sylvie put her hand on the door and wanted to go in.

"No, Young Mistress, it is dangerous to go in now. Have you forgotten last night?" Joshua stopped her.

Sylvie stared at Joshua with clear eyes, "Joshua, I did not forget, so I want to go in. Once the sleep

disorder develops into a mental disease, he will not be able to control the melancholy and irritable

morbid self in his body, and the second personality will completely replace him."

Joshua turned pale on face.

Sylvie pushed the door and entered.

...

In the study, Kieran looked at Sylvie with gloomy eyes, "Go out, don't let me say the third time!"

Sylvie walked forward and showed a bright smile, "Mr. Kieran, I want to see what would happen if you

said it for the third time?"

Kieran felt uncomfortable, his forehead veins were bulge. His body gradually was out of control. He did

not want to hurt her.

He stretched out his hand and buckled Sylvie's arm. He shouted, "Get out!"

He pushed her.

Sylvie did not stand firm, fell to the ground and her forehead hit the sharp corner of the tea table,

bleeding.

Sylvie covered the wound with her hand and bright blood flew down from her fingers.