Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim by Dream Fish

First Love Novel 119

Chapter 119

Angela's eyes were bloodshot from the fever, and her arms were burning hot.

“Dexter, it's all your fault. Don't think I don't know what you've done. You drugged me! Dexter, you despicable man! How could you be so mean? I hate you!”

Angela was so dazed that she could hardly open her eyes. She could only vaguely see figures moving around in front of her. Dexter was right beside her.

A group of doctors and nurses were present, having heard every word of her reprimands directed at him. The atmosphere became awkward for everyone, and a dark expression painted Dexter's face.

“I apologize, sir. There has been a sudden influx of patients, and all the rooms are currently occupied. You will have to receive the TV here," stated the nurse politely.

With no other option, they both settled down in the corridor.

Dexter maintained a rigid posture as he sat. Angela tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder as if she were on the verge of collapsing.

Dexter felt an ache in his heart as he gazed at her flushed cheeks. He had never seen her so sick before. She had always been full of energy and life whenever she was around him.

now, she looked completely disheveled. Her hair was unkempt, her complexion was lackluster, and she only had on pajamas with one of Dexter's oversized overcoats thrown on top.

took a while for him to answer. His voice sounded slightly annoyed when he finally

you do?" Dexter asked

question what he was thinking, then grinned. "So, how was it? Worked pretty well, right? Let me tell you, I spent

too comfortably!"

after she received two doses of

and then suddenly

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he rested for a moment. When he sensed her rouse from

him. This was all his

glinting with amusement as he looked down at her. "If you're not hungry, I won't bother getting anything

shot him a fierce glare but

looked tired, and there was stubble on his chin—a stark contrast to the usually well-groomed Mr. Bamford. The nurse approached Angela and informed her that a bed was now available for

anymore.

The doctor -predicted it would take around a week

being impatient.

supposed to compete in the competition the

attempt to flush out the toxins. After downing eight or nine glasses,

took the cup from her, saying, "That's enough. Are

of anxiety and anger. “The results will be announced tomorrow, and I still have to