Chapter 3
Because he had not slept well all night, and also because the balcony door was not closed properly, Emerson
woke up groggily and felt a burning sensation all over his body, with his eyes feeling so heavy that he could
barely open them.
She fumbled and picked up the phone on the bedside table, and dialed Tristian’s number.
He did not answer the phone for several consecutive calls.
Just when she was about to give up, the phone rang. “Tristian…”
“Who were you?”
After answering, a sweet and charming female voice came from the other end.
With a thud, her phone fell to the ground, and there was chaos on the other end of the line. After a while,
Tristian’s voice came through.
“Honey?”
I called her several times in a row, and she finally bent down to pick up the phone, incredulously asking, “Who
was it just now?”
Tristian quickly explained, “It’s nobody, I was just discussing a project. My partner mistakenly took my phone,
don’t misunderstand.”
Without waiting for her to question again, he changed the subject, “What’s wrong? Do you need something
from me?”
Emerson was about to speak up and say that he had a fever, and if he could come back to take himself to the
hospital.
“It was so hot!”
The scream suddenly rang out, his tone slightly anxious, and he quickly hung up the phone, saying, “I have
something to do here, so I’ll hang up first.”
The phone abruptly ended, perhaps due to the discomfort caused by the fever, a sense of grievance instantly
filled the entire heart.
He used to never hang up her phone, even during urgent meetings, he would make sure to pacify her before
hanging up.
But now…
She felt uncomfortable in bed for a while before stumbling out of bed to get some cold medicine from the medicine cabinet for emergency relief.
And then he drifted off to sleep again, feeling somewhat hazy.
When Emerson opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed.
01.07
Tristian, who was standing by, saw her wake up and felt relieved. He held her in his arms and said, “Darling,
you scared me to death.”
Tristian had called her back, but he found that she had not answered the phone.
Feeling something was wrong, he quickly drove back to the villa and saw her sleeping on the bed with a
flushed face. He was scared and immediately took her to the hospital.
The next whole day, he stayed by her side without taking a step, afraid that she might have any mishap
again.
Watching him busying himself for her, she couldn’t help but feel a warmth in her heart, as if the past him had
returned.
Just at that moment, his phone rang again.
Tristian’s hand holding the phone paused for a moment. He glanced at her and then turned his back to her to
answer the call in the hallway.
This time, the soundproofing of the hospital corridor was not very good.
A coquettish female voice could be faintly heard on the other end of the phone. “I don’t care, I want you to
come over right now and accompany me!”
“Otherwise, I would have taken your son and run away from home! Do you believe me?”
Tristian’s face showed not a hint of impatience, but rather a face full of indulgence as he coaxed the other
person, “I have something to take care of over here, but as soon as I finish, I will come and accompany you…”
Perhaps it was because he was too focused on the person on the other end of the phone that he didn’t notice
the shocked expression on her face behind him.
Emerson could hardly believe his ears, as if a bolt of lightning had struck on a clear day, or as if he had been
drenched from head to toe with a bucket of cold water, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably.
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