Chapter 37
Their car stopped in front of the door to the emergency ward.
Millie helped Winston onto the bed and turned to leave. However, he held onto her fingers with no signs of letting go.
She frowned and tried to pry his fingers open, only to realize that he was gripping her tightly. Millie. could only sigh and resign herself to accompany him.
âDoctor, how is he?â she asked the doctor on duty.
The doctor gave a short explanation, âHeâs alright. He just needs to finish the drip. Heâll be fine as long
as his stomach isnât further stimulated.â
As she looked at the man on the bed, disdain flashed across her eyes.
She patted Winstonâs arm and complained softly, âYouâve never been able to take care of yourself when we were in high school. Youâre already in your 20s, yet you still act the same. You keep making other people worry about you!â
However, Millie sighed when she saw Winstonâs pale face. Her eyes were filled with concern.
Millie reclined by his bed. She crossed her arms and stared intently at Winstonâs face. She would never get another chance to keep Winston company like this.
When she thought of that, Millie couldnât help but smile. She said, âWinston, Iâm a good exâwife, right?â
She was being a good Samaritan by sending her exâhusband to the hospital in the middle of the night,
right?
The nurse came over to give Winston an injection
Millie stood at the edge of the bed and looked on, Suddenly, her phone rang. Eli was calling.
âMrs. Greer, Iâve got something to do in the office, Iâll be leaving first.â
Milile frowned and said, âEll, youâ¦â
Millie opened her mouth when Eli hung up on her. She looked at Winston. A little voice in her began to complain.
Fuck!
What was all this?
The nurse went
Out after fixing his drip. Millie could only pull a chair over and sat down.
She put her face in her hands and looked at him in frustration. As she rested her head on the bed, her expression was melancholic.
When she felt his hand move, Millie looked up. Winston had woken up.
When their eyes met, it was rather awkward.
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Millie was silent. He should be fine, right?
Did that mean she could go?
She coughed gently and pointed at his stomach. She explained, âYour gastric problems flared up. The doctor said that itâs not a problem. Youâll be right as rain after the drip.
Winston stared at Millie. His throat tightened, and he couldnât say a word.
Millie pursed her lips as she looked at him. She said, âDonât drink so much alcohol in the future.â
Winston was silent.
âIf you need nothing else, Iâll go first.â Millie took her bag and got up to leave.
He took Millieâs hand out of reflex.
She turned to look at him, her eyelashes trembling.
He furrowed his brow, breathing heavily. His voice was hoarse as he complained, âIt hurts.â
His voice wasnât loud, but Millie heard him clearly.
She leaned down and pressed around his stomach. She asked, âWhere does it hurt?â
She studied medicine, so she knew a little about it.
In the past, when Winston was sent back to the villa, Millie was the one who relieved his stomachache. Winston felt weak. Staring at Millieâs face, his voice was low as he said, âEverywhere hurts.
Millie moved to get up. She said, âIâll call a doctor
He held her hand tightly and wouldnât let go. His eyes were redârimmed, and the smell of alcohol still wafted around him. He was slightly drunk.
When she tried to leave, she was pulled into his embrace.
Milile fell into his arms. His heart pounded in her ear, and her heart sank.
She heard his voice whisper gently, âDonât go â
Millie looked up, bitterness welling up in her heart
Had he mistaken her for Joanna?
Millie looked down at him and said softly, âWinston, youâre drunk. Iâm not Joanna.â
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