No Escape from Love novel Chapter 2

It was a thick wad of cash. At a glance, there was probably around two thousand dollars.

I gripped the broom, my fingernails digging into my flesh. It was generous of him to offer so much money to get someone to buy a cup of milkshake.

If I was not mistaken, there were even blood stains on the top few notes. That was the money I left for him before going out last night.

In fact, it was my salary from the barbecue restaurant. Before getting my salary, I accidentally cut my hand on a beer bottle and bled all over the floor. My wound was still bleeding when I took the money, so some notes were stained.

In order not to let Julian worry, I simply wrapped up my wound with a bandage and put on a glove before going home.

Julian didn't notice it. As soon as our dinner to celebrate his birthday was over, he indirectly informed me he had run out of his living expenses.

I never expected him to offer me that same bundle of money to buy a milkshake for his "girlfriend".

I wondered what that made me if Elena was his girlfriend. Suddenly, I had an epiphany. I was his amusement.

The thought of that sent pangs of pain into my heart. Nonetheless, I quietly took the money from him and turned around to leave.

It was pouring outside, but I didn't bother using an umbrella. There was no point using one in the heavy rain.

By the time I returned to the private room with the milkshake, I was pathetically drenched.

Placing the cup on the table, I informed hoarsely, "Here's your milkshake." Stunned, Julian looked at me suspiciously, though he was still unsure if it was really me.

However, his dream woman frowned at the milkshake that had been drenched in rainwater. "I don't want it anymore—it's all melted and dirty."

Snapping out of it, Julian said, "You don't need to drink it, then." He threw the milkshake into the trash can and looked at me indifferently with a dismissive wave. "You may leave."

I gave him one last look before leaving the room. Since I was drenched, I was feeling light-headed by the time I finished cleaning the other rooms.

At 4:00 am, I got off work. It had stopped raining, but the wind was sharp and biting.

I dragged my feet out of the bar, wanting to go home while suppressing the dizziness. I was going to sort things out with Julian and give him the breakup he wanted.

Halfway home, my head felt dizzier, and my vision grew blurrier. Suddenly, a honk sounded.

All I saw was a car coming my way. I subconsciously moved backward, but I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my ankle and fell. The dizziness grew more intense. Too weak to stand, I watched the driver walk to me before losing consciousness.

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"The patient's leg is fine. She has a high fever and is severely hypoglycemic. It's probably caused by malnutrition," someone said softly.

"Okay. Thank you, doctor," answered a deep voice that sounded familiar. However, I could not recall where I had heard it before.

As I tried to open my eyes, I felt a cold but large hand touch my forehead. The person's sleeve had a mellow, woody scent that was rather soothing.

Suddenly, the person froze and retracted the hand. At the same time, I opened my eyes.

When I saw who the person was, my mind blanked instantly. It was Alex Hastings. Seeing him here surprised me.

The Alex I knew was a handsome, indifferent person who always wore a white shirt. After not seeing him for many years, he had become more mature.

He looked respectable and elegant in his black suit and had a pair of glasses sitting on his nose bridge. His facial features had not changed much, still as delicate as ever. He looked like a sculpture in a museum.