The intensely intimate gasps, accompanied by lingering, bone-deep whispers... The man’s low, husky voice sent a paralyzing tingle straight to the bone.
The nurse hardly dared to think about it too much, but she couldn’t suppress her inner gossip. As soon as she got back, she told her colleagues in the department all about it.
"What’s so strange about that? They’re a married couple. Besides, it’s a VIP room—they can do whatever they want," her colleague said, unfazed.
The nurse couldn’t help but blush. "I’ve never heard such seductive gasps before. My God, how can a man sound like that?"
Her colleague gave her a pointed look. "Just find yourself a boyfriend with a nice voice. And let me give you some advice: don’t even think about getting any ideas about that patient. He’s a married man."
The nurse immediately rolled her eyes at her. "Of course, I know that. I was just making an observation. Is it a crime to appreciate beauty?"
"..."
The lights in the hospital room were off. Their two beds were pushed together. Chloe Reed lay with her back to him, her racing heart finally starting to calm down.
She closed her eyes, and just as she was starting to drift off, a cell phone rang.
It was her phone.
She sat up abruptly and grabbed her phone to check it.
’Who would be calling her this late?’
Then, she saw the caller ID.
It was Grandma.
Chloe Reed’s breath caught in her throat. She pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to hang up.
But she hadn’t been in touch with her grandmother for a while now, and not answering again would definitely raise suspicion.
’What should I do?’
’What am I going to do now?’
"Is it Grandma?"

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