“It hurts…” N muttered, sweat breaking out on her forehead. Her delicate brows were tightly knitted, and her face was ghastly pale.


    The doctor arrived with her medication for gastritis around the same time.


    The intention was to have her take the medicine first. However, she was clenching her teeth so tightly. that it was impossible to get her to swallow the pills.


    In this situation, the only option was to administer IV fluids.


    Once the IV was set up, the doctor turned to Damon and said, “When she wakes up, give her some light foods like chicken soup.”This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    “Got it.”


    After giving a few more instructions, the doctor and the staff left.


    “Mr. Sumner, maybe you should go get some rest. I’ll keep an eye on Ms. Jayston,” Spencer suggested.


    Damon nced down at his hand, still tightly gripped by N. His expression darkened.


    While the doctor had been setting up the IV earlier, he had tried to pry her hand away but had failed, which was why N’s other hand <b>was </b>used for the IV.


    “Do you think I can rest in this situation? Damon asked.


    Following Damon’s gaze, Spencer noticed their sped hands and quickly changed the subject. “I’ll get some chicken soup for Ms. Jayston.”


    “Okay.”


    As Spencer left, the room fell into silence, except for N’s asional murmurs.


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    Damon looked down at her sweat–drenched face, her features scrunched up in pain, and felt a pang of sympathy. But then he remembered she was rk’s wife, his niece–inw, and his gaze turned cold.


    In N’s pain–induced haze, she unknowingly held onto something warm. She grasped tightly, thinking it might relieve her stomachache a bit.


    When dawn broke, N slowly woke up.


    The first thing she saw was Damon’s face, magnified and close.


    She blinked in surprise, taking a few seconds to realize it was real, and gasped, instinctively pulling away.


    Her head hit the headboard hard, making her wince in pain. “Ouch!”


    Her movement roused Damon, who saw her holding her head and furrowed his brows. “You’re up?”


    Seeing Damon’s Indifferent gaze, N Ignored her pain and quickly asked, “Mr. Sumner, why are you in my


    room?”


    Damon’s expression darkened. “Last night, you passed out from stomach pain. When I came to your


    bedside, you grabbed my hand so tightly I couldn’t pry it loose. I had to wait here until you woke up.”


    N’s confusion turned into embarrassment. She had indeed grabbed something in her pain–induced daze, but she hadn’t expected it to be Damon’s hand!


    She wondered what he would think of her. Would he see her as a weirdo?


    Noticing her changing expressions, Damon raised an eyebrow.


    “Mr. Sumner… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. I must have thought you were my motherst night…”


    Damon was speechless.


    Seeing his displeased expression, N quickly added, didn’t mean you look like my mother. It’s just that your hand felt warm, like my mother’s.”


    As soon as she said that, she regretted it. Her exnation only made things worse.


    As expected, Damon’s expression became gloomy. With a coldugh, he got up and left N’s room.


    Realizing he was upset, N opened her mouth to apologize further but thought better of it and said nothing.


    After Damon left, the oppressive atmosphere lifted)


    N breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to see the chicken soup and medicine left by her side.