Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 447

Sebastian intended to leave right after sending Sasha back to her ward.

But as he was stepping out, Sasha suddenly called out to him. “Dr. Moore, could you pour me a glass of water? I’m a little thirsty.”

Hesitating for a while, he eventually complied and walked over to the water machine.

During this period, Sebastian had been trying his best to keep his distance from her. Even though she had lost her sight, she was still a smart woman. He feared that she would find out the truth through some unattended details.

That was why he usually showed up when she was asleep.

Taking a glass of water, Sebastian did not pass it right to her but placed it on the small desk beside her instead.

“The water’s by your side. Take your time.”

“Okay. Thanks, Dr. Moore.”

Sasha thanked him genuinely and grabbed the glass of water.

With that, Sebastian left.

Ten minutes later, Anna entered the ward. As she was changing the needle for Sasha, the latter questioned casually, “Anna, where’s Dr. Moore from?”

“Lightspring. Why?”

Anna was fully focused on her job and she did not give much thought as she answered Sasha’s question.

Lightspring? But we’re not in Moranta. Why would a doctor from Lightspring come over here? How come a top city like that is not able to attract Dr. Moore?

Sasha fell into a deep thought.

However, she could not put much effort into thinking, as an operation was awaiting her that night.

“Ms. Wand, I’m giving you the shot that’ll soften your blood vessel now. Hang on for a bit.”

“Okay…”

Sasha’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing that.

It was indeed a terrifying shot as it was the kind that was given to a woman who gave birth to a child by cesarean section. After taking the injection, one would feel needle-like pain as the vessels started to soften and expand.

Feeling the cold needle being injected into her arm, Sasha closed her eyes slowly.

Tonight is destined to be a difficult night.

At that instant, cold sweat began appearing on her forehead.

Around two hours later, her consciousness started to fade.

“It hurts…”

No one responded to her, but a pair of gentle hands carried her and adjusted her position. A moment later, that hand started rubbing her painful area gently.

“Is that better?”

The hoarse voice sounded somewhat familiar.

With a forehead that was beaded with cold sweat, all the color drained from her face as the pain hit her.

Nonetheless, she did feel some relief from her pain. “Yes, it’s better now.”