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“No, I just want to go to the clinic up ahead for a shot,” I said, then paused to catch my breath before continuing to walk forward.
But Ethan followed me, his voice full of concern. “Did you catch a cold? Let me take you there.”
“I’m fine, Mr. Hayes. I can manage on my own,” I replied, not wanting <i>to </i>seem delicate.
Ethan ignored my words and kept getting closer. I didn’t notice the raised brick and stumbled, lurching forward.
Just then, a strong hand reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me back with force.
I almost copsed into his chest, my legs too weak to support myself.
Seeing how frail I looked, Ethan looked shocked. Without asking, he swiftly picked me up in his arms.
“Ethan Hayes … put me down,” I said in panic, calling him with his full name.
“You’re about to faint, and you’re still trying to act tough? You’re acting like a child,” Ethan scolded, his tone sharp with frustration.
“I’m really fine … Just put me down,” I said. It was early in the morning, and being carried in a man’s arms like a princess was inappropriate, especially because I was married.
Ethan walked ahead, much faster than me. The clinic was right ahead, and he carried me inside without hesitation.
After the consultation, the prescription, and the injection, I felt dizzy and sore all over. When the medication started to drip into my veins, I sighed in relief. When you’re at your most vulnerable, you can’t help but long for a little care from others.
“Mr. Hayes, you can go now. I’m fine here,” I said softly.
“Let’s wait until you finish the IV drip,” Ethan replied, sitting beside me,
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“It will take at least two hours,” I said, ncing up at the nurse, who was blushing as she brought over two more bottles of medication.
“It’s fine, I have time,” Ethan said calmly.
Hearing that, I thought to myself that it seemed impossible to get rid of him now, so I added, “Then maybe you should ask the doctor for a mask, so you don’t catch my illness.”
Ethan’s expression darkened, and he seemed hurt. “Are you that scared? Worried about being seen?”
“Seen what?” I was trying to remind him to take precautions, but now he was acting all emotional.
With a hint of sadness in his eyes, Ethan stood up and asked the doctor for a ck mask, then quietly put it on beside me.
I turned to look at him, and his gaze revealed a hint of hurt. “As long as you don’t ask me to leave, if you want me to hide my face, I’ll hide it.”
“What are you talking about?” I couldn’t help butugh at his childish behavior, but I quickly became serious. “Mr. Hayes, I caught this illness from my daughter. I’m genuinely trying to look out for you.
you.”
“If you say so,” Ethan said with a look that suggested he was just going along with whatever made me happy.
I was left speechless.
By now, I had a pretty good understanding of Ethan’s feelings. He had secretly been in love with me for years, and no matter that I was married with a child, it seemed nothing was stopping him from getting closer to me.
To be honest, with his handsome looks, tech prodigy status, and potential to be the world’s richest man, all those qualitiesbined on a 27–year–old, he could make any woman infatuated.
But I had lost interest in men. I wasn’t looking for romance anymore. However, if he could offer some advice on my career, I would dly wee it.
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Ethan sat beside me in silence. Behind the mask, his deep, almond–shaped eyes shimmered–with feeling, perhaps because they were looking at me.
“Ma’am, have your husbande over to get your medication,” the elderly doctor called out from a distance.
Ethan and I both looked at each other, stunned.
“Okay!” Ethan stood up and walked over.
He stood by the doctor, paying close attention to the instructions, and I suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
He came back with the medication and quietly asked, “Have you had breakfast?”
I was stunned and didn’t speak. He continued, “The doctor said you should eat something before taking your medication.”
“I haven’t had breakfast,” I replied quietly.
“What would you like to eat? I’ll get it for you,” Ethan asked in a low voice.
“I just want some soup. Chicken soup will do,” I said. I was only craving something light.
“Okay! Wait for me,” Ethan said, setting the medication down before turning and walking out.
His tall, lean figure <i>looked </i>striking even in a simple ck shirt. And with the mask still on, that air of mystery only deepened his charm.
I stared for a while before my mind until reality snapped back. If I wanted to seed, the first step was to rid myself of infatuation–no, more than that. Stop seeing anyone through rose–tinted sses.
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