Chapter 4

"Drink some warm water," Zach said. "Wendy hasn't woken up yet, and I can't leave her side. Rena, be good. I'm exhausted. Stop making a fuss, alright?"

With that, he ended the call.

Upon hearing the dull beep of the disconnected line, Serena felt her eyes burn with unshed tears.

Years ago, when she had gastric perforation, Zach had held her in his arms and cried for a long time after she woke up from surgery.

She still remembered how he had knelt beside her hospital bed-a man so tall yet curled up like a lost, helpless dog. He had buried his face in her neck, his voice hoarse with anguish.

"Rena, it hurts. Every second you were in that operating room, I felt like I was being torn apart. Do you know? You are my life."

That same man, who once treated her as his whole world, now dismissed her pain as nothing more than a childish tantrum.

When disappointment turned into despair, there was nothing left to feel. Clenching her teeth, she endured the agony long enough to dial 911.

By the time she was taken out of the ambulance, the pain had nearly made her lose consciousness. Through the haze, she heard a familiar voice.

"Wendy, are you cold? Hold onto my neck."

She struggled to turn her head.

Through the gaps between the bustling medical staff, she caught sight of Zach. Dressed in a black dress shirt, he strode forward quickly, his tall frame exuding urgency.

Wendy was wrapped in a gray blanket, her delicate hands clinging to his neck as she nestled against his chin. She whispered something, and he lowered his head with a soft, affectionate smile.

The hospital corridor was chaotic, but in his eyes, there was only Wendy.

Serena watched as he shielded her, carefully helping her into a car.

She watched as the familiar Cayenne sped away.

Lying on the cold examination table, Serena shivered. Her sweat-soaked clothes clung to her, sending chills deep into her bones.

She numbly went through the treatment.

throat. The discomfort

time she was wheeled into a temporary hospital room and hooked up to an

a nurse was tidying up the adjacent bed while chatting with another nurse. "Do you

but that guy was really handsome," the other

Zach Foster, CEO of

CEO of Foster Group? I saw him wiping that woman's face and hands, doting on her like she was a

they just haven't found the right one. Dr. Sutton was even called to the VIP suite. That woman had a severe asthma attack and had to

pajamas. Must

slowly pulled the blanket tighter around herself, but

over to check the IV drip before offering a kind suggestion. "Miss, you should call a family member.

a weak smile. "He's

say anything else. She simply closed the door and left. From the hallway, a

and no one cares. The other? An asthma attack and the whole hospital's top specialists are

closed

night, she

up the next morning, sunlight was already streaming through the window. She suddenly remembered her appointment and hurried

with

"Thanks to Ms. Jansen's disinfectant spray,

little tight on me. You should eat more. Zach likes it when he

thought I'd be the first

soup. He searched for the recipe himself.

bottom

lay discarded on the floor, tangled with a wrinkled pair of pink lace

hated pink. She had never bought anything in that

returning from the hospital last night, they still had the energy to be

How... passionate.

her chest. She swallowed her nausea

the pain had dulled. However, when

herself against the wall, she walked to the nurse's station and insisted on

she got into a cab, her

of the hotel now. I sent Morton

tone. It was as if no matter what had happened,

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