?<strong>Chapter 384:</strong>


    Carrie blinked in surprise at his words. It was true—knowing she could rely on Kristopher had made her more vulnerable, taking away some of the reckless courage she once had to charge ahead.


    When he saw her expression change, Kristopher couldn’t bring himself to tease her anymore. He spoke softly. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here for you, no matter what. Do what feels right to you.”


    “You don’t ever have to fear making mistakes. Even if you take a wrong turn, I’ll help make it right.”


    “Okay,” Carrie murmured, holding him for a bit longer before her phone buzzed. She picked it up, waving the phone in front of him. “It’s Billie.”


    As soon as she answered, Billie’s voice came through, impatient and sharp. “Why aren’t you up here yet? Whatever you have to say, do it at home.”


    “I know, Billie,” Carrie responded.


    “Third floor. Hurry up,” Billie reminded her before the line went dead.


    Carrie let go of Kristopher’s hand, pulling away from his embrace as she gently tugged him along. “Let’s go. We can’t keep Billie waiting.”


    When they reached the third floor and stepped out of the elevator, they overheard two nurses gossiping near the station.


    “They say Dr. Carpenter’s health supplement works even better than Viagra. I’m thinking of getting a couple of boxes for my husband.”


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    “Definitely. You remember that woman fromst month, right? Sheined her husband could barelyst two minutes. Well, she came back for a follow-up, and now he canst fifteen.”


    “Men have such fragile egos about these things. I’m worried that if I bring it home, my husband will think I’m not happy with him.”


    “Just put it in a vitamin bottle and tell him it’s just a regr supplement.”


    “You’re so smart!”


    Carrie listened for a moment, then caught Kristopher looking at her with a raised brow. “I never knew you were such a fan of gossip.”


    Carrie turned red and looked away. “I’m not gossiping. I’m just keeping an eye out for you. What if you ever need something?”


    Kristopher’s expression shifted to something mischievous.


    He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing tone. “Don’t you already know if I can or can’t?”


    As he spoke, his hand slid beneath her shirt. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickly pushed him away, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?” She quickly scanned the area—there were people and cameras all around, and she didn’t want to make a scene.


    Seeing her flustered face only made Kristopher want to tease her more. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tightly. His voice dropped to a low, desirous tone as he murmured, “What do you think I’m doing?”


    “Are you out of your mind?” Carrie gasped, trying to push him away.


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