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Patrick leaned against the headboard. His splitting headache made him feel immensely uncomfortable. As a result, he could neither think properly nor calm down.

His sharp eyebrows were locked in a tight frown, and his voice sounded low and husky.

“It's normal, Pat. After all, the bullet is still inside, and it's normal for you to feel pain. You don't have to worry as long as the pain subsides after you get out of bed. If the pain doesn't go away, you've got to come to the hospital at once,” Kevin explained.

He felt worried, too. Even if Patrick did feel unwell and came to the hospital, the doctors dared not operate on him.

Kevin sighed. He had to find a way to cure Patrick as soon as possible.

Patrick hung up, shut his eyes, and rested for a moment.

Once the pain had subsided, he got out of bed to wash up. When he came downstairs, he saw the food on the dining table and a note that read: Patrick, I've made you breakfast. The oatmeal porridge is in the pot. Enjoy! Gwen.

Patrick glanced at the side dishes on the table. They were his favorites. Then, he looked at the pot on the countertop. Soon, a faint smile appeared on his face.

He knew Gwendolyn was trying to pacify him. Why didn't she wait for me to have breakfast together?

Patrick called her, but Gwendolyn did not notice it. She was in the hospital lobby and in a hurry.

Therefore, she did not hear the ringing of

elevator. She was already

not encountered such a huge crowd when she accompanied

at that time. Thus, Gwendolyn did not have to busy herself with running

to

already awake and staring out of the window. When he heard her footsteps,

world before him was no

Zayden did not expect Gwendolyn

nervously and quickly focused his vision. Without shifting his gaze, he stared straight ahead. His eyes were hollow, and there was

it's me. I've made breakfast

face. She was exceptionally stunning on that

great with her current lipstick. It resembled the color of a carrot, and it enhanced the complexion of

a thought flashed across Zayden's mind. Has my eyesight recovered? He

he wondered, his lips

when she saw the

to wash

himself by placing his big hand around her waist. Her waist is so slim, and