Chapter 1830

Without sparing the man another glance, Karina let out a breath of relief as the police quickly left, bringing an end to the chaotic ordeal. Just as she thought she could relax, Yvette appeared nearby, making exaggerated winks and smirks, her face practically screaming curiosity. "Do you have a twitch or something?" Karina asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yvette rolled her eyes. "Twitch? Who taught you how to talk? And no, that's not the point! Spill it-what's going on with you and the director?" Karina blinked, confused. "What do you mean by what's going on?"

Yvette's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious? Just now! You two were like all hugged up together! Do you think we're blind? We all saw it. If you say there's nothing going on, even a ghost wouldn't believe you! "I'm telling you, honesty is your best option. Spill the truth now, and our friendship might survive this," Yvette teased with mock seriousness.

Karina's brain blanked out. Her face flushed bright red within seconds, the tips of her ears burning.

The situation earlier had been so chaotic that she hadn't even realized that she and Wilfred had hugged in front of everyone.

Seeing the gleam of gossip in Yvette's eyes, Karina wanted to disappear into the floor.

Left with no choice, she tried to explain, but there wasn't much to confess. Her relationship with Wilfred was exactly as it appeared-professional, albeit a little more complicated. Yvette looked a bit let down after hearing her explanation. She clicked her tongue, shrugging. "Fine, I guess. I thought there'd be something juicier.

"Oh, by the way, you might want to check on him. I noticed the director's hand was bleeding earlier," Yvette added, her tone intentionally casual but clearly fishing for a reaction.

The moment Karina heard that Wilfred was hurt, all her embarrassment evaporated. Her face paled. "What? He's injured? I'll go check on him!"

Without waiting for Yvette's reply, she rushed off, leaving her friend behind.

*

Karina frantically searched for Wilfred, asking several doctors and nurses along the way, but no one had seen him.

She instinctively headed for his office, not even thinking to knock before pushing the door open.

Her guess was spot on. Wilfred was inside, but the scene before her wasn't what she'd expected.

He was sitting in his chair, a roll of bandages in his hand, methodically wrapping them around his injured palm. The room was dim, lit only by the fading light of the sunset streaming through the window His lashes cast faint shadows on his face, and his movements seemed absentminded, the bandage already wrapped in several uneven layers.

Karina's chest tightened at the sight. Something about the way he sat there, alone in the quiet room, made

him seem impossibly ove

Unable to bear it, she walked over and gently took the bandage from his hand. Carefully, she began unwrapping the mess he had made.

"You're a doctor," she said softly, her tone teasing. "How can you not even know how to wrap a bandage properly?

"This isn't how you do it. Let me show you."

Her voice, light and gentle, seemed to drift through the still air.

Wilfred blinked as if waking from a trance, his gaze finally focusing on her. He said nothing, simply watching her intently.

For a moment, the room was silent.

Karina concentrated on rewrapping his hand, her movements precise and careful. Wilfred, on the other hand, focused entirely on her

"Is there something you want to ask me?" he said suddenly, his voice breaking the quiet.

Karina looked up, confused. "What do you mean? Ask you what?"

Her eyes were so pure, so unguarded, that Wilfred fell silent for a long moment.

Then, a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Never mind," he said quietly.