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

red, I myself was stunned.

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

Wait for me downstairs

nodded before flashing him a forced

this? I’ll come over another day when I’m

at me. Then, he nodded and sighed softly without

me down the stairs. When we had gotten into the

profound gaze alighted on my face. As he caressed my face with his long and slender fingers, he answered in a gentle voice, “No. Don’t think so much. Perhaps your stomach

merely placating me with such a remark. As my gaze remained locked on him,

was happening here, but neither

the villa, he hugged me tightly as though reluctant to

was feeling exceedingly drowsy, yet my

I felt very safe, knowing that he’d be keeping watch beside me. When I woke up after dozing off

voice wasn’t loud, I could still

lately.” His voice was rife with barely restrained emotions as he countered whatever

profile emanated a faint sense of isolation and obstinacy. “No, thanks. I’ll take good

person on the other end seemed to be persuading

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