?<strong>Chapter 494:</strong>


    She paused for a moment, trying to figure out who could be calling at such an odd hour. Pressing her tongue against the back of her teeth in thought, Carrie answered the call, her curiosity piqued.


    A polite voice on the other end asked, “Is this Ms. Campbell?”


    “Yes, what is it?” Carrie responded, her voice sharp with curiosity.


    On the other end, the man exined, “Hello, Ms. Campbell. Mr. Daxton Garcia was injured while helping someone and is now in the hospital. We need to settle the payment. Could you…?”


    Without hesitation, she threw off the covers and sat up, her tone serious. “Send me the location.”


    Hanging up the phone, she quickly grabbed Kristopher’s shirt and headed toward the bathroom.


    Kristopher removed his Bluetooth headset and turned to her. “Where are you going?”


    As she squeezed toothpaste onto her brush, Carrie answered, “To the hospital. And can you call room service for a fresh set of clothes?”


    Kristopher set hisputer aside, stood up, and made his way to the bathroom door. He leaned against the frame, his gaze fixed on her as he asked, “Who’s in the hospital?”


    Carrie quickly spit out the water, wiping her mouth as she stepped out of the bathroom. “Daxton. He was injured while helping someone. I’m going to take care of his medical bills.”


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    Kristopher raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over his face. “Helping someone?” he repeated, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “He’s got family, assistants, and housekeepers. Why does it fall on you?”


    Just then, the doorbell rang. Carrie walked over to open it, ncing back at Kristopher. “It’s normal for him not to want to trouble his family. I heard he’s badly hurt, so I’m going to check on him. We’re friends, after all. It’s nothing major.”


    The attendant came in with a few sets of clothes—both women’s and men’s. Carrie picked out a ck sweatshirt and khaki wide-leg cargo pants from the pile by the sofa, making her choice quickly.


    Kristopher walked over and sank into the sofa. “So, you’re really going to leave me here in the hotel while you go off to help him?”


    Carrie casually shrugged off her shirt, revealing her figure as she met his eyes. “Leave you alone? If you’re not busy,e along. I never said you couldn’te.”


    Kristopher’s gaze lingered on her waist for a brief moment, his eyes following the delicate traces of their intimacy. He quickly looked away, picked out a matching sweatshirt and cargo pants, and with a yful sigh, said, “I suppose I’ll go with you.”


    Carrie changed clothes quickly, ignoring hisment but murmuring with concern, “He’s so refined, yet here he is, getting hurt trying to help someone. It’s almost like he’s inviting trouble.”


    Kristopher stopped at the bathroom door and nced back at her. “Looks like you don’t really know him.”


    By the time Kristopher and Carrie arrived at the hospital, it was already early morning. As they walked into the lobby, their eyes immediatelynded on Daxton by the emergency room door. He was the only one sitting on the bench in the dimly lit corridor, the harsh glow of the fluorescentmps casting a cold light that made him look even more isted.


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