Chapter 153: Natalie In Pain

The man’s brow furrowed, and he took a step forward. "It is my business when I’m the owner of this hotel." He glanced at Natalie over John’s shoulder, and could clearly guess what was wrong with her. "I know her. I’m Steve Davis—her friend, Mia’s fiancé."

Though he was not on good terms with Mia, Steve felt it was the way to assure John.

Hearing Mia’s name, John relaxed slightly, though he kept his guard up. "She’s not feeling well, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interfere."

"John..." Natalie’s weak, pained voice reached him. "Hurry..."

Steve stepped aside from his suite’s door, gesturing toward it. "Take her to my suite. That one’s under maintenance."

John shot him a wary glance, debating whether to trust him, but he had no choice. He wrapped an arm around Natalie to support her as she leaned heavily against him, desperate for any comfort, even if it was John.

He guided her inside the suite, her grip on him tightening with each step. Once inside, he eased her toward the sofa, but she clung to him for the wrong reasons—her drugged mind clouding her intentions. With firm resolve, he gently but forcefully pushed her onto the sofa to break her hold.

Natalie curled up on the cushions, her expression contorted with pain, her body glistening with sweat.

John stepped back immediately, keeping his distance. "The doctor will be here soon. Stay put. I’ll be just outside."

"Don’t... go..." Natalie’s voice was a pained plea, her eyes filled with desperation.

But John ignored the plea, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. He took his place outside, standing guard like a sentinel and pulled out his cellphone again to check something.

Steve was still waiting in the hallway. "I’ve already called the doctor," he said, his tone measured.

no thanks. He gave

He had gone out of his way to offer his private suite and summon medical help, yet this bodyguard

who John was—he’d seen him in the news, protecting Natalie

I called arrives, I’ll leave," Steve said, his tone firm. "This

him a cold glare. "Inappropriate has

you her

cry came

"Ahhh..."

scream could be heard out of the door, filled with unbearable pain. John’s heart lurched, but he forced

are you? How

and stepped toward the corridor’s glass wall to check the status of

with a soft chime, and a tall man stormed out like a wild gust of wind,

abruptly. He only caught a glimpse of the man’s side profile before the man marched toward

opened the door for him. He offered

words were low, but the

silent and still, knowing full well

the exchange. His expression softened with sympathy for John, but he knew nothing could

approached, his expression uneasy. "The doctor will be here

you," John replied curtly, "but you should

"Who

making it clear the conversation was

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