?Chapter 280:


    She once thought that learning to dance, drink, and race with Joyce was the wildest thing she’d done. But now, she was experiencing real craziness. Kristopher, the CEO of a multinational corporation, was sprinting wildly across the campus with her at night, dressed in a student’s pajamas. It felt like something out of a movie. Even if she shared this story, who would actually believe her?


    Suddenly, she understood why Kristopher had used his connections earlier to have the security office clear out the men in ck cars. The night air rushed past her ears, and Belinda felt a surge of adrenaline reminiscent of her most spirited days five years ago. However, she remembered toote that she was still recovering.


    Already drained, her endurance just couldn’t sustain the prolonged run. Her steps started to falter, drained of strength, while a burning sensation red in her chest, adding to the pain in her already ailing stomach.


    “Kristopher,” she gasped, clutching her chest. “I can’t run anymore.”


    “But we haven’t run that long…” Kristopher’s words trailed off as he caught sight of Belinda’s face. Something was wrong. She was as white as a ghost!


    She couldn’t have gone so pale just from physical exertion.


    Kristopher suddenly remembered thest time he had visited Ady Tucker, the person who used to take care of him. Herplexion had been no different from Belinda’s now. The difference, though, was that Ady had been in thete stages of cancer.


    Kristopher’s chest tightened at the thought. He firmly grasped Belinda’s wrist and forced her to look at him. “What’s wrong?” he demanded. “Are you ill?”


    “No… I can’t run anymore,” Belinda gasped, rubbing her free hand across her chest. She struggled to breathe properly. “Go on without me. I don’t think they’d do much to a woman, anyway, so—”


    “Ah!” She was cut off as Kristopher suddenly scooped her up into his arms.


    Belinda couldn’t help but yelp as her feet left the ground, and her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.


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    Kristopher scowled. She was light as a feather. Holding her close, he hurtled forward, careful not to jostle her too much.


    “Belinda.”


    The sound of her name on his lips calmed her somehow.


    Belinda took as deep a breath as she could and nced up at him. Her eyes met his smooth, chiseled jawline. The nightmps around the campus lent a golden hue to his sculpted features, and she suddenly found it difficult to look away.


    “Tell me the truth. Are you sick?” Kristopher sounded worried, almost panicked, even. “Why are you so pale?”


    Even if she was suffering from some grave ailment, surely she shouldn’t be as ashen as someone who was dying, right?


    Taken aback by his question, Belinda shrank back in his arms. “I’m fine. I’m not sick. I’m just… tired.” But Kristopher didn’t buy her lie.


    He rushed to his car, yanked the passenger door open, and carefully deposited Belinda into the seat before hurrying around the vehicle to the driver’s side.


    Kristopher slid behind the wheel, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine in one fluid motion. He was still scowling as he put the car into gear. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”


    Belinda froze in the act of buckling her seatbelt. She told herself to calm down and exhaled slowly as she clicked the sp into ce. “That won’t be necessary at all.”


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