Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Discharge and Exhaustion

“Should Larrange for an adjoining room for you?” the assistant suggested quietly.

Collin’s frown deepened, his silence serving as confirmation.

They had been speaking in hushed tones, but just as they prepared to step out, Bruce rolled over with a loud yawn and shitted to

the on his side

“Where

Bruce

headed? Grabbing a late–night bite? Mind if I tag along?”

himself up to a sitting position.

acing his sore back, shot him a withering look.

timing! Late–night snacks… he really had his priorities straight.

hallway. The bed is all yours,” Collin stated flatly.

into a grin. “My boss was right–Mr. Dorfman’s a real stand–up guy. Would never make things difficult for little old me. better take extra good care of him then!”

cheming fox, Damian!

at kind of nonsense had he been filling this man’s head with?

There’s no need-” Collin began.

Bruce cut him off. “No way we’re letting a patient sleep in the hallway, right?”

Too tired to argue, Collin simply turned and headed for the door, his assistant in tow.

Bruce promptly scrambled to his feet and followed.

Out in the brightly lit hospital corridor, Collin stopped and turned to face Bruce, who was trailing a few steps behind.

Bruce offered a guileless, expectant smile.

“I do not require your protection.” Collin’s patience was threadbare.

It was past eleven. He was injured, his mind foggy, and all he craved was uninterrupted sleep. Yet Damian had saddled him with this… uniquely persistent individual.

He couldn’t even bring himself to complain to Isabelle about it.

What an absolute headache.

“Can’t do that, sir. Protecting you is the job. No protection, no paycheck,” Bruce stated with simple logic.

“I’ll pay you triple your d

“Deal!” Bruce’s

thousand.”

aying

a lengthy bank account number. “That’ll be three hundred

11:00 am

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-callin had already begun to pull out his own phone but patced, putting it away slowly.

“Three hundred thousand?” You might as well just mug me.

“Yep! Triple my monthly retainer‘

+10 Free Coins

Suppressing a surge of irritation, Collin clenched his jaw, ignored the twinge in his back, and completed the transfer for the requested amount.

“Will you leave now?” Collin asked, watching as Bruce checked the payment confirmation on his screen.

“Leave? Go where?” Bruce looked genuinely perplexed.

“You just agreed–if I paid you, you would go.” Collin made one last attempt at reason.

“You said you didn’t need my protection. Fine, I won’t protect you. But I still have to stay with you. If you disappear, Mrs. Cross will

be upset with me, and my pay gets docked,” Bruce explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Damian had truly outdone himself in training this one.

The next day, Collin had finally managed to fall asleep around four in the morning.

Bruce had snored relentlessly through the night. Collin couldn’t eject him, nor could he escape him.

It had been a special kind of torment.

Isabelle arrived with breakfast at eight–thirty. Collin was still asleep.

She found Bruce dozing soundlessly on a chair just outside the door.

Now, of all times, he wasn’t snoring.

How peculiar. Did he only snore when in Collin’s direct vicinity?

Isabelle carefully set the bag of food on the side table and glanced at the assistant, Henry Chapman, who was stifling a yawn on the

r room’s small sofa.

“Did he not sleep well last night? He’s still out cold.”

Henry didn’t want to throw anyone under the bus, so he just rubbed the back of his neck and offered an awkward, non–committal smile.

Collin finally stirred around ten o’clock.

He looked utterly drained, with pronounced shadows under his eyes.

“When did you get here?” The sight of Isabelle offered a small measure of solace.

“I’ve been here a while. You were resting, so I didn’t want to disturb you. How are you feeling today? Any improvement?” Isabelle remained standing politely nearby.

Henry quickly arranged the breakfast, setting up the bedside table so Collin could eat comfortably.

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flicker of profound displeasure crossed Collin’s eyes, briefly darkening fris expression.

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