Juliana looked around and noticed that there were more bodyguards and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
She asked, "What's wrong with Benson?"
Philip said worriedly, "I don't know. The young master has been eating before he checked his phone and went upstairs with a sullen face."
Philip added, "I'm afraid the young master is going to be sick again."
Although he was not sick yet, Philip was anxious.
The young master's condition was getting worse and worse and his illness had mutated.
Once mutated, he would have an attack time and again.
Juliana asked as she walked, "Did he take his medicine today? Has anything happened today?"
Philip followed quickly, "He hasn't taken his medication yet. I asked Channing and he said nothing special has happened at the office."
He had just glanced at his phone at home before his mood changed.
Juliana didn't know what was going on with Benson, so she walked upstairs quickly.
When she reached the door, she saw Old Mr. Leach pressing against the door, listening to the sound inside the room.
Seeing Juliana come up, Old Mr. Leach hurriedly whispered, "Jill, go in and check on Benson. He seems unhappy, please talk to him."
Juliana nodded, "Grandpa, don't worry, Benson will be fine."
But Old Mr. Leach was still worried, "The door is unlocked, you can go in."
He didn't dare to go in because his grandson wouldn't allow him.
Juliana opened the door and went in, then closed it again.
It was dark in the room and the only light was from outside, giving the room a little hazy glow.
Juliana closed her eyes and got used to the dim light before she saw Benson standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Benson had a violent and cold aura.
It was like the day they had first met when Benson had been .
He was suppressing his emotions.
Juliana looked at his back and relaxed a lot. She stood in the doorway and took off her high heels.
As she took them off, she said, "Benson, I'm home."
Her voice was soft and sweet and she talked naturally, like a woman who was off work and came back to talk to her husband.
Benson still stood still as if he was a statue.
Juliana walked over barefoot and stood beside him, "Benson, why are you unhappy?"
Benson still didn't say anything, but he turned his head to looked at Juliana coldly.
Juliana looked up at him and met his cold eyes. His face was as cold as if it was frosted.
Her heart did a complete somersault when she realized that he was going to have another attack!
She could only comfort him.
Juliana moved to the side and stood close to Benson.
Benson still did not say anything but just looked down at her. His cold gaze seemed to imply something.
Juliana looked up at him, then took a step back and hugged him from behind, her voice soft, "Honey, I'm back~"
Benson's body was tense and tight as if he would collapse as soon as he relaxed.
And the moment Juliana hugged him, Benson's body tensed up even more.
Juliana felt that he was restraining himself, so she rubbed her face against his back, tightened her arms around his waist, and said in a softer voice, "Honey, I'm sorry I'm late. Please don't be angry~"
It gave Juliana goosebumps just to act cute!
But there was no choice. She had to coax her own man!
Just as she spoke, her wrist was pulled and she was spun around.
The next second, Juliana was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window as Benson leaned in.