The bodyguard was standing at the door, "The Princess, Mr. President, came out of his coma."
Soon, Avery put the script back to the drawer and walked out.
Gabrielle followed her and got a bowl of porridge in the kitchen room. Mr. Black had eaten nothing for a long time, so he was very weak.
Gabrielle and Avery walked into the bedroom, looking at Mr. Black. He was in big-size pajamas, reclining against the bed, his eyes closed half. His face was as pale as a white paper.
Mr. Black heard the sound and then raised his eyelid. When he saw Avery, he frowned, "My little beauty, you treated me so nice. I had never expected that you cooked porridge for you. Is it true? Is it poisonous?"
"Poisonous? I am not willing to waste money."
"Poor woman. Just a little money."
Then Avery put the porridge to the bedside and said, "It is none of my business."
"I don't have energy."
