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.

past grudges against him, she always made an effort to present herself as refined and elegant. But now, she looked completely disheveled. Her hair was unkempt, her complexion was lackluster,

slightly annoyed when

did you do?" Dexter

let 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 this stuff

living too comfortably!" Dexter sneered and hung

of medicine through the

the stiffness in her neck, and then

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leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed as he rested for a moment. When he sensed her rouse from her

to acknowledge him. This was all his

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

fierce glare

Bamford. The nurse approached Angela and informed her that a bed was now available for her to rest. Angela's

anymore.

The doctor -predicted it would take around a week for her to fully recuperate, so there was

being impatient.

worry. She was supposed to compete in the competition the following day. How

attempt to flush out the toxins. After

her, saying, "That's enough. Are

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