RedNovelChapter 150 The nurse hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Oh, Claire, she's in room 312 on the third floor." It was no wonder the nurse remembered Claire so well-her husband was strikingly handsome, even more so than Dr. Lewis.
But really, Dr. Lewis, is it appropriate to bring such a large bouquet of red roses to visit another man's wife? Victor paid no mind to the curious stares from the staff. He thanked the nurse and made his way to Claire's room with long, determined strides.
Expecting to find Claire languishing in bed, Victor was surprised to discover the room empty.
His heart sank. Could Claire have already left? As he was pondering this, he heard the sound of a toilet flushing from the bathroom.
A moment later, Claire emerged, clad in her hospital gown.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeeing Victor without warning, her mind went blank.
When she finally processed his presence, her already pale face turned ghostly white.
How did Victor find her here? If he knew, did that mean the Linwood family knew as well? A chill ran through Claire, and without further thought, she turned and bolted.
Seeing her run, Victor tossed the roses onto the bed and quickly caught up with Claire, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back with a firm grip.
"Why are you running? Do you think I'm going to eat you or something?" Claire's eyes widened in terror as she struggled, unable to break free. Her gaze was filled with fear. "What do you want? Did the Linwood family send you?" The mere thought of being dragged back to face their baseless accusations made her tremble uncontrollably. Victor sighed, releasing her wrist. "I'm just here to see you. Don't assthe worst of me." "See me?" Claire scoffed. "You're all in on it together, trying to ruin me." Victor felt a stab of injustice at her words.
His temper flared, and he snatched up the roses from the bed, thrusting them into Claire's arms with a gruff, "If I wanted to harm you, would I bother bringing flowers? You're just like the dog in Aesop's fable, misunderstanding the good intentions of others." The sudden weight of the ninety-nine roses in her arms caught Claire off guard, and the impact against her chest made her flinch. Her tears spilled over uncontrollably.
Victor, now flustered, rubbed the back of his neck.
"Hey, why are you crying?" he grumbled, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Is it because you don't like red roses? Just say so, don't cry over it." He had never been in such an awkward situation before. His first attempt at giving flowers had ended in tears.
"Stop crying, it's drivingcrazy. Tellwhat you like, and I'll get it for you." He felt indebted to her.
He could handle her harsh words, but her pitiful expression made him uneasy.
Despite his tough words, Victor reached out to take the take the roses from Claire, intending to throw them in the trash. Just as his hand neared the bouquet, someone appeared at the door.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Seems I've cat a bad time." Victor paused, turning to face the newcomer.
The man stood tall and straight, his bespoke suit highlighting his om distinguished demeanor.
His face was chiseled, with sharp features and a strong jawline. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his aquiline nose, and his deep-set eyes observed the room with a penetrating gaze, radiating a formidable presence that was hard to ignore. "And who might you be?" Victor demanded.
The man did not answer immediately. Instead, his eyes shifted from Victor to Claire.
Upon seeing her clutching the roses with teary eyes, he narrowed his gaze slightly.
All this over a bunch of flowers?
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