Greyson reacted instinctively and rapidly, subconsciously tilting his head away and raising his hand to block his face.
Rowan’s lips then kissed his palm.
Both were stunned.
Rowan was shocked because she hadn’t kissed his lips while Greyson was because of the uncomfortable feeling.
Rowan rebounded from him and pursed her lips.
When Greyson saw her leaving, he put down his hand, with clear traces of lipstick on the palm of his hand. He frowned with conceal while pulling out a handkerchief to wipe it off.
Rowan looked at him slowly and carefully wiping off the lipstick he had left on his palm. Her heart had mixed feelings.
“Don’t do that next time, I don’t like it,” said Greyson indifferently.
“Why not? I am your fiancée!” Rowan replied with eyes red.
“…” Greyson became silent for a moment, “Just not so sudden.”
It’s true, she was his fiancée, Rowan, whom he had loved so much for so many years. How could he have denied her kiss?
The thought of this made him pursed his lips and said, “Come on, how about I treat you for a delicious meal tomorrow?”
When Rowan saw his attitude had softened and thought that it was indeed her sudden manoeuvre led to this. She said condescendingly, “In that case, I want you to pick me up at my house tomorrow.”
“Sure.” Greyson nodded.
Only then Rowan smiled as if nothing had just happened.
Both continued to walk forward, and Rowan became well-behaved.
…
Hattie was biting a white towel in her mouth. Her whole body was sweating, even her hair was drenched with sweat.
“Lady, can you still hold on? How about we prescribe you with anaesthetic?” the nurse wiped her sweat while feeling sorry for her.
Hattie just nodded and gripped her fist, signalling she could still hold on.
The nurse sighed and didn’t say anything.
This lady was indeed one of the bravest she had ever met.
It was apparent that the toxin was so strong, unheard and unseen of. It had already invaded Hattie’s internal organs. She was trembling in pain, yet she still refused to use anaesthetic. She still held on while they performed the operation.
“Lady, just holds on a bit more, it’s almost over,” the doctor said. And finally, after the last stitch was sewed up, she sighed in relief, “Lady, it’s done.”
Hattie relaxed her body while she was still trembling a little.
The nurse came up again and wiped her sweat.
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