Finally, after a few syringes were filled, the doctor turned around. The man lifted his hand slightly and let down the cuff of his shirt, then sat down by the bedside.

"Begin." He moved his lips and suddenly said.

"Okay!" The doctor nodded, then took the blood just drawn and mixed it with a type of medication, moving to the other side of the bed.

The nurse extended her hand, taking the woman’s slender, fair arm out from under the blanket, then disinfected it with an alcohol swab.

The doctor held the syringe and inserted the needle into her fair skin.

The woman, in a stupor, seemed to feel the pain and furrowed her brows slightly.

This scene made the man’s face darken, and he instinctively extended his hand to grasp the woman’s other hand, which was placed at her side.

Perhaps feeling his touch, the slumbering woman reacted slightly due to the pain, instinctively reaching out to clutch his hand.

The frown on the small face of the sleeping woman slowly eased.

Before long, all the injections were done. The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and left the room first.

Yet the man by the bedside still sat there, staring at the little face of the sleeping woman.

As if...no amount of looking was ever enough, with no intention of leaving.

"Boss, we should head back." The bodyguard standing by glanced at the time on his watch and couldn’t help but remind him.

Hearing the man’s voice, a slight expression finally appeared on the man’s face.

He pressed his thin lips together, instinctively wanting to release his grip, but...the woman anxiously reached out to grasp his sleeve.

Seeing this, his expression froze.

The next moment, he suddenly spoke, issuing an order to everyone present.

"All of you, wait for me outside."

At his words, everyone exchanged glances and then turned to leave the room.

Sherry also left with them. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The room fell silent, and the man raised his other hand to turn off the light in the room.

Outside the window, the moonlight shone in, casting a pale light on the face of the woman on the bed, making her appear even more ghostly pale.

The coldness on the man’s stern face gradually faded.

Unable to resist, he raised his other hand and gently stroked her now much thinner cheek.

In those dark eyes, the pain was no longer concealable.

He slowly bent down, unable to help but roll over onto the bed, then held the sleeping woman in his arms.

Her body was slightly cool, causing the man to furrow his brows. He held her tighter, using his body heat to warm her cold body.

Soon, her body temperature indeed rose slightly. Only then did the man’s gaze settle, and he lowered his head again, staring at the woman’s face in his embrace.

As if, no amount of looking was ever enough...

After a moment, the man couldn’t resist lowering his head, placing a kiss on her forehead, then... kissed her eyes, nose, and finally... his thin lips landed on hers.

He intended it to be just a faint kiss, but her breath was so intoxicating to him that he couldn’t help but deepen the kiss.

But who would have known... the supposed sleeping woman suddenly reacted, her eyelashes fluttering.

Seeing this, the man’s body suddenly stiffened...

...

In her sleep, Summer Shawcross only felt something pressing against her lips. Following that, a scent she knew all too well suddenly enveloped her.