Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)

Chapter 134

The doctor behind the hospital director inquired about my condition, skipped the step of drawing blood and directly prescribed medication. He instructed a nurse to fetch it and started an IV drip for me.

When the needle was inserted, I instinctively felt afraid and involuntarily pulled back my hand. Suddenly, a pair of cool hands covered my ey gently.

"Don't be afraid, the needle's already in," a soothing voice said.

My heart settled slightly. Just as I relaxed, the needle pierced into my vein.

Those hands withdrew, and I helplessly looked up at Jack. "Jack, you've leamed to lie as well?”

"A well-intentioned lie." He chuckled softly.

After the nurse helped me lie down on the bed, she also applied a cooling patch to bring down my fever. The dean and his group left soon after. The patch felt ice-cold and instantly made me feel much more comfortable.

Jack sat beside the sickroom, gesturing outside. His expression was gentle, with a hint of hesitation as he spoke carefully, "Did I startle you just now?" "Huh?" I was momentarily stunned, then realized he was referring to his earlier harshness towards Jessica. "Shocked? Not really, just a bit surprised." He pursed his lips. "Would I get upset over a surprise?"

I thought for a moment. "Well... I guess not. I'm used to seeing you easygoing. But, everyone has their moments of temper. It's normal."

"Yeah." Jack seemed to relax suddenly, his amber eyes sparkling. He smiled faintly. "I used to have no temper. Later, I found out that being that way couldn't protect the ones I wanted to protect." "The girl you wanted to protect?" I teased with a smile.

Jack looked at me, smiling. "Yes, now it's her. But when she was little, she was sunny and acted like a pampered princess, always protecting me. So initially, the person I wanted to protect was actually my mom."

"She's Mrs. Renolds, who would dare to bully her?" I chimed in reflexively.

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He lowered his eyelashes, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He tugged at the corner of his mouth. "She was supposed to."

"What?" My voice was faint, and combined with my foggy mind, I couldn't quite hear.

Outside, Jane's urgent voice sounded. "Charlotte!"

The next moment, she pushed open the door.

Surprised, I asked, "How did you know I was here?"

First, she carefully asked about my condition in detail. Upon hearing that there was nothing serious, she relaxed and explained, "Tom told me. He gave me your room number and asked me to come quickly." No need to guess, it was definitely Ryan's doing.

Jack was just accompanying me for a checkup, yet he was worried about us being alone together.

Whatever between him and Jessica, they always did their own thing without explaining anything to me.

It was quite ironic.

After Jack took a work call, he smoothly handed over the task to Jane.

Today, Jane didn't have time to chat with me; she stood hands on hips at the door of the ward, scolding Jessica vigorously.

Her repertoire of insults was extensive, and she didn't hold back, forcing Jessica to leave in disgrace in no time!

"Finally gone, what a bad omen."

Jane returned to tuck me in. "Get some good sleep. I'll keep an eye on your

medication."

"Okay."

Perhaps due to the fever or the medication's effects, I slept a very long and deep sleep.

In the evening, I was only vaguely awakened by Jane, who brought some nuntious

meals. After eating, I quickly fell back asleep.

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Chapter 134

It was a long time since I had slept so well.

However, in the middle of the night, unable to distinguish between reality and dream, I faintly heard footsteps.

It sounded so familiar!

Then, warm and dry hands gently enveloped mine, and his forehead leaned against mine, staying there for a long, long time.

His slightly cool lips brushed against my forehead, nose, and even my eyes. His voice was hoarse and choked with emotion. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." It was so cold.

I woke up abruptly, chilled. Looking at the empty bedside, it seemed like I had just had a dream.

But as I reached up to touch my forehead and eyes, they were wet.