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.

as refined and elegant. But now, she looked completely disheveled. Her hair was unkempt, her complexion

him to answer. His voice sounded slightly annoyed when he finally did, as if Dexter had interrupted him in the middle of

you do?" Dexter

out a long sigh that made one question what he was thinking, then grinned. "So, how was it? Worked pretty well, right? Let me tell you, I spent a fortune on

comfortably!"

received two doses of medicine through the IV, but she still couldn't

relieve the stiffness in her neck, and then

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for a moment. When he sensed her rouse from her sleep, he opened his

refused to acknowledge him. This was all his

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

him a fierce

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 her to rest. Angela's face

anymore.

spent a full day and night in the hospital, battling an on-and-off fever. The doctor -predicted it would

being impatient.

help but worry. She was supposed to compete in the competition the following day. How could she

in an attempt to flush out the toxins. After downing eight or nine glasses, she started to

her, saying, "That's enough. Are you not worried about water toxicity?" Of course,

a mixture of anxiety and anger. “The results will be announced tomorrow, and I still have to finish the competition. I can't