His Dangerous Angel (Serena and Sebastian) novel Chapter 113

Taylor’s hypoglycemia was serious. In the past, he had even collapsed from it. He had seen countless doctors, taken all kinds of medicine. Only as he grew older, his body developed some resistance, making things somewhat better.

But once his workload increased, the attacks of low blood sugar were still not to be underestimated.

"Did you take your medicine?"

Taylor gave a faint hum in reply.

"Did you drink glucose?"

"I’m fine. I just need to lie down a bit."

Yet no matter what pills he took or how much glucose he drank, nothing worked as well as the lollipop Serena had given him last time.

He might look down on someone like Serena, but he had to admit—that lollipop had eased nearly all of his symptoms within a minute. Within three, they were practically gone.

That kind of relief was something no medicine had ever given him.

And the worse his body felt now, the more he longed for that sensation again.

"Celeste…"

Celeste quickly clutched his hand. "Taylor, what do you want? I’ll go get it for you."

Thinking of Serena made Taylor bristle. "Forget it. Nothing."

Admit defeat to Serena? Never.

That night, Serena received Taylor’s revised design plan.

Though she hadn’t left detailed comments, the spots she had circled had indeed been resolved by him.

Sean had been right—in research, Taylor truly was gifted. All he lacked was someone with vision to point the way.

At the Almara estate, Taylor nervously held his phone. He didn’t know how long Dr. Q would take to respond to his submission, but he couldn’t put it down, afraid of missing her reply the instant it came.

In their chat history, besides his initial greeting when they added each other on WhatsApp, there was only her single command: "Send the materials."

She seemed cold and severe, so he never dared waste even a single unnecessary word with her.

Now, just knowing that his idol was carefully reviewing his work sent his heart pounding.

Finally—the screen displayed those magical words: the other person is typing…

Taylor didn’t dare blink.

"First step cleared. You’ve earned the right to my guidance."

Taylor froze. Wait—so today’s revision had only been a test?

She ignored Thanos and sent a message back to Taylor instead.

"The biggest problem with your design is that its operating precision is too low. For a surgical robot, precision must reach at least a thousandth of an inch, and in some cases as fine as a ten-thousandth."

Only after hitting send did Serena realize something was wrong. She looked up—damn, when had this alternate account even added Taylor?

Taylor, waiting anxiously for Dr. Q’s reply, suddenly saw a notification from Serena instead.

His remark for her contact was long: "Reed family’s daughter lost for seventeen years—Serena."

Taylor never wasted energy on people irrelevant to him. If they didn’t matter, he might not even bother remembering their names. That was why he always made his notes so detailed.

Because it was so long, he hadn’t actually seen the message content, only the sender’s name flashing on the screen. His brows furrowed at once.

They had added each other back when Serena returned to the Reed family and he was still in Ardenos, but they had never exchanged words since.

This was the first time Serena had ever messaged him.

Just the sight of her name gave Taylor heartburn. Middle of the night, a girl roaming around, not asleep, sending messages to men—hah.

When Dr. Q’s reply still didn’t come, he reluctantly opened Serena’s chat, wanting to see what she wanted.

But there were only two messages—both retracted.