Ashton patted my hand in consolation. “To consult a doctor. Just chat with the doctor later and try not to overthink things. Just answer whatever the doctor asks, okay?”

I nodded, but a feeling of suffocation assailed me in this cramped space.

About ten minutes later, an elderly man in a white coat walked in. He looked like he was in his sixties.

Glancing at Ashton, the elderly man flashed him a faint smile and inclined his head a fraction in greeting. Subsequently, his gaze alighted on me.

Shortly after, a few seconds at most, he turned his gaze on Ashton. He said nothing pertinent, merely questioning mildly, “Are you staying, Ashton?”

Ashton nodded.

At this, the doctor pursed his lips and cocked an eyebrow though he didn’t comment further on this matter.

He glanced at the document in his hand before focusing his gaze on me. “How’s your sleep recently?” he asked.

“Not bad,” I answered. Inwardly, however, I was already feeling a tad irritable – for I hated such a cramped space and chatting as though I was being interrogated.

As my stomach roiled, I abruptly bolted to my feet and rushed to the washroom without waiting for his next question.

to puke, so

flash of red, I

with the subsequent questions. As the doctor looked at me, his gaze radiated worry, and he asked me to stroll for a

wander around. Wait for me downstairs or in

nodded before flashing him

on my hand tightened considerably. Shifting his gaze to the doctor, he suggested, “How about this? I’ll come over another

glance at me. Then, he nodded and sighed softly without

the car, I stared at his slightly pale face.

slender fingers, he answered in a gentle voice,

that he was merely placating me with such a remark. As my gaze

reality, both of us knew full well what was happening here, but neither

the villa, he hugged me tightly as though reluctant

was feeling exceedingly drowsy, yet my sleep remained

he’d be keeping watch beside me. When I woke up after dozing off for a bit, I seemingly saw

his voice wasn’t loud,

tired lately.” His voice was rife with barely restrained emotions as he countered whatever the person on

profile emanated a faint sense of isolation and obstinacy. “No,

the other end seemed to be persuading him, for

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