NovelAppChapter 1304 The hospital room was quiet except for Arabella and Gordon, the only two remaining in the soft hum of the sterile space.
Gordon stole a glance at the girl's striking profile, his heart hammering in his chest. He quickly averted his gaze, his voice laced with nervousness, "Ms. Bella, I'm here if you need anything. You can rest after you're done with the report" “I'm not tired." "Should | get you a glass of water?" "I'm not thirsty.” Arabella flipped to the third page of the report, her eyelids never lifting.
“Maybe | can have sfood brought in." "No need.” Arabella’s voice was drawling, “Gordon, if you're really that bored, just play sgames on your phone, but keep it down, will you?" Gordon's cheeks flushed a shade of red as he nodded and complied.
He wondered how the situation was faring on Mr. Griffith's end.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnable to resist, he took another peek at Arabella. Even in the dim light, her beauty was captivating.
Tseemed to slow until Arabella eventually drifted off to sleep. Gordon fetched a spare blanket, intending to cover her gently, but even the slightest rustle reached Arabella's ears, prompting her to instinctively lash out in self-defense.
"Ms. Bella, it's chilly. | didn't want you to catch cold." Gordon stammered, after receiving an unintended slap.
Upon seeing the blanket in his hands, Arabella murmured an apology.
So close to her, Gordon could see the porcelain smoothness of her skin and her long lashes. His heartbeat was thunderous, and realizing his own awkwardness, he quickly said, "It's alright, I'll wait outside" After handing her the blanket, he hurried onto the balcony.
The next morning dawned.
Arabella was awakened by the sound of a phone call. As she lifted her gaze, she realized she had fallen asleep at spoint, now wrapped in a soft, fuzzy blanket.
Looking towards the balcony, she saw the person there had finished their call and instinctively glanced her way.
Their eyes met briefly before Gordon quickly looked away.
He opened the balcony door, and the brisk, snowy air rushed in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ms. Bella, you're up. Mr. Griffith said Mrs. Griffith made it hsafely. There's no need to stay at the hospital.
Shall | take you back?" "My aunt's back?” Arabella rose from her seat, “Alright, I'll go see her." Her aunt had been staying with the enemy for so long. Arabella worried about her aunt's wellbeing and the severity of any possible injuries.
After checking on the elderly patient in the bed and finding nothing amiss, Arabella prepared to leave.
Passing by Gordon, she could feel the chill emanating from him. She glanced up, “Did you stay out on the balcony all night?" “Ah-choo!" Gordon, caught off quard that Arabella noticed such a small detail, explained, "It's not proper for a man and a woman to stay in the sroom. | didn't want Mr. McMillian to get the wrong idea." Arabella nodded, "Well, make sure to take scold medicine when you get back." “Will do." Gordon snuck another glance at her retreating figure, though in truth, it was because being alone with her made his heart race too fiercely. He needed to step outside to calm his nerves.
Half an hour later.
As Arabella returned to the manor, Bard was just coming downstairs.
“Bella, you had a rough night. Your aunt is back safe and sound, and she's already resting. You should get ssleep too,” he said with concern.
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