New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 270

Claire was sitting in the sterile hospital chair, watching the nurse carefully as she finished the blood transfusion. Two packs of her blood had been donated, and now her arm felt a little heavier than usual. The nurse smiled at her warmly, expertly detaching the needle from her arm.

“All done,” the nurse announced, her voice gentle but cheerful. “You did great, Ms. Peterson. I’ll call your friend waiting outside. You’re going to need some help walking.”

Claire felt a wave of dizziness as soon as the nurse mentioned walking. She nodded weakly, her body feeling strangely light and heavy at the same time. As the nurse stepped out to fetch Matthew, Claire closed her eyes for a second, trying to steady herself, but the world still felt like it was spinning.

Moments later, Matthew strolled into the room with a concerned look on his face. “Claire, are you okay?” he asked, immediately walking over to her.

Claire gave him a weak but reassuring smile. “I’m fine,” she said, though her voice was softer than usual. “Just a little weak.”

Matthew, who wasn’t entirely convinced, slipped his arm around her waist as he helped her stand up. Claire stumbled slightly, just as Matthew expected, and he tightened his grip to steady her.

“You weren’t supposed to donate blood, you know,” Matthew scolded lightly, raising an eyebrow at her. “Especially after the week you’ve had.”

Claire brushed off his concern with a shrug. “It’s fine,” she said calmly, though the wobble in her legs told a different story. She knew she wasn’t in the best shape, but Abigail needed help. That was more important.

The nurse returned with a glass of milk and a small snack, looking at Claire with a knowing smile. “You need to rest, drink this, and don’t do anything too strenuous until your body’s back to normal,” the nurse advised kindly.

Claire gave a small nod, though inside, she already knew she wasn’t going to follow that advice. There was too much work waiting for her and taking it easy wasn’t exactly part of her nature.

Matthew helped her out the door, holding her securely despite Claire’s quiet protests. “Matthew, I’m fine,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like I broke my legs or anything.”

Matthew shook his head, his grip still firm. “I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he insisted. “You’re stubborn, Claire. You’d try to run a marathon after donating blood if I wasn’t here.”

They both made their way to the waiting room in front of the operation room, where Alexander, Joan, and Abigail’s parents were sitting. As soon as Alexander spotted Claire, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze dropping to where Matthew’s arm rested around her waist.

He didn’t like seeing another man touch Claire, even if it was Matthew, her trusted right-hand man. His protective instincts flared up, but he knew now wasn’t the time to get into it. There was too much going on.

He stood up as Claire approached, his frown still present but his tone controlled. “How did it go?” he asked, trying to keep the focus on the situation at hand.

Claire nodded calmly. “It went well,” she said, her voice steady. “Everything’s going according to plan.”

Abigail’s parents, who had been sitting quietly, stood up as well. Her mother looked at Claire with teary eyes, clearly overwhelmed by gratitude. “You really donate your blood?” she asked, her voice filled with emotion.

Claire smiled warmly at them, even though she was starting to feel the exhaustion hit her. “Yes,” she replied. “I wanted to help. Abigail’s my friend.”

Without warning, Abigail’s mother pulled Claire into a hug, squeezing her tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much. You’ve given us hope.”