"Sanaa, is it fun to play with me?"
"Mr. Wiggins, I don't understand what you're saying. I'll be leaving now."
In just a few seconds, I had quickly mapped out an escape route in my mind.
Just as I was about to take a step, my blood sugar dropped.
A second before my body began to fall, I was caught around the waist, the light flickering, and I vaguely saw Trent, who had been so intimidating, with reddened eyes.
His neatly pressed suit was disheveled by my grasp, and the buttons of his shirt popped open, revealing a small mole on his collarbone, indescribably sexy.
Maybe it was an illusion, but I heard Trent calling "Sister" in my ear, his tone urgent and filled with concern.
I couldn't speak, my vision darkening, and I forced myself to nod at my mouth, signaling him to find me something to eat.
But Trent paused for a moment, then slowly bent down…
I widened my eyes instantly and used all my strength to try to get up, but ended up completely losing consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.
The nurse beside me said gently, "Ms. Sexton, you're awake. Just wait a little longer; the glucose drip will be finished soon."
I thanked her, and my mind flashed back to the moments before I fainted, unable to resist pressing my slightly dry lips together.
Did Trent… end up touching me or not…
Even if I couldn't express myself clearly, he might have misunderstood.
But he clearly has someone he likes, so why is he so compliant with such unreasonable demands?
If I asked him to leave me alone and offered him a billion, would he listen?
"Ms. Sexton," the nurse looked around conspiratorially, leaned closer to me, and lowered her voice, "Are you and Mr. Wiggins…"
The nurse shyly twirled her two index fingers together and gave a knowing smile.
I didn't understand why she had such a ridiculous misconception, and quickly waved my hand, "Mr. Wiggins and I aren't close, and doesn't he have an engagement with Janiah York…?"
The little nurse had a look of "I'm just quietly watching you make things up," and said, "Sweetie, you've misunderstood. The joke made by the elders when they were just born doesn't count."
"As for you, Ms. Sexton, didn't you see? When Mr. Wiggins brought you in, his eyes were all red, and he held your hand so tightly that he seemed like he was falling apart. No matter how we tried to persuade him, he wouldn't let go."
"I, this pathetic reader, came over as soon as I smelled it."
"Fortunately, the final diagnosis was only hypoglycemia and mild malnutrition. Otherwise, I'd have suspected that Mr. Wiggins would have said, 'If she's not cured, your entire hospital will be buried with her.'"
This nurse, how many overbearing CEO novels has she read…
"You've misunderstood," I said, watching the nurse remove the needle, "He's the kind of person who seeks revenge for even the smallest grievances and is extremely vicious. Right now, he's probably thinking about how to get revenge on me."
"Cough, cough—" The little nurse suddenly coughed twice and gave me a meaningful look.
Only then did I notice that Trent was already standing at the door.
He had changed into different clothes, the collar of his black jacket pulled up to his chin. His eyes were slightly red, his demeanor still aloof, but with a touch of youthful charm.
Just standing there, he was like a scene from a painting.
The little nurse gave a shy smile and quickly slipped away.
"What's this?" I pointed to the thermos that Trent was carrying, trying to comfort myself that he might have just arrived and hadn't heard what I said.
Trent took off his jacket and walked in, answering, "The food made by a vengeful and extremely ruthless person."
Me: "……"
My anxious heart finally settled.
