Chapter 18
“Mr. Hartwell, what happened? You went to meet Ms. Drayton at the entrance, right?”
Asked Elliott Nixon, Woodrow’s most trusted right–hand man. He was the young man who had picked Woodrow up from the restaurant yesterday.
It was also he who called Kaneeta to the hospital.
He could tell she meant something to Woodrow, so he took the liberty of inviting her here.
Woodrow didn’t blame Elliott after knowing this. After
shooting Elliott a meaningful glance, he went downstairs to
meet Kaneeta.
To Elliott’s surprise, Woodrow came back with her in his arms.
And… it seemed she was pretty shaken.
Woodrow sat Kaneeta beside the bed and then said to Elliott
with a frown, “Get the doctor here.”
“Alright.”
Elliott pressed the call button. Finding the doctor too slow, he
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strode out to fetch someone right away.
Woodrow’s other subordinates sensibly guarded at the door, leaving only him and Kaneeta in the ward.
“Kaneeta, look at me.” Woodrow stood in front of her, crouched
down, and looked her in the eye. “I’m Woodrow. You’re fine
now.“”
She stared at him blankly, her eyes unfocused. “Woodrow…”
“Yes, I’m here.” He gently patted her shoulder. “You’re safe now. Don’t be afraid. I’m here with you.””
She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her ghastly pale face.
Finally, the panic faded away a bit.
She had already calmed down by the time she opened her eyes.
“Sorry, Mr. Hartwell. And… It looks like I owe you another one. Thanks.“”
As she tried to stand up, Woodrow pressed on her shoulder gently, indicating for her to remain where she was.
“Get some rest,” he said. “You must’ve been pretty shaken just
now.”
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She let out a bitter laugh.
Indeed, she was a bit frightened, but the main reason why she
had lost her composure so completely was the car accident two
years ago.
Her gaze fell upon her right leg.
Following her line of sight, Woodrow stared at it, too, his gaze
slightly darkening.
“Mr. Hartwell, the doctor’s here,” Elliott said, entering the ward.
Though Kaneeta said she was OK, Woodrow still insisted on a
full check–up.
There were no external injuries, but the doctor made it clear
that she wasn’t in a great state and needed care and company.
“Thank you,” Woodrow said to the doctor.
Standing aside, though Elliott maintained a professional look, he
was, in fact, very surprised.
Woodrow had never cared for a woman like this before.
He knew it–his instinct was right. She meant something to
Woodrow.
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After all, when Woodrow was disoriented last night, he had
called out her name.
As the doctor left, he sensibly walked out, too.
“Mr. Hartwell, I’m fine. Really,” Kaneeta smiled helplessly. “But
you… Are you alright?”
As she asked this, the memory of him holding her tightly
suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt uneasy.
She told herself she was overthinking it. He was drugged last
night, and she shouldn’t read too much into it.
“Yes. I am,” Woodrow said.
Judging from his state, she could tell he was telling the truth.
She nodded. Just as she thought this topic was over, Woodrow
said, “Last night…”
