In the deep of night, Nina Sinclair opened her eyes, her mouth dry and parched.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bewildered look in her eyes, and it was only the presence of someone else that made her turn her head to look.
She saw Julian Lancaster asleep on the chair at a glance.
His handsome face looked even more striking in the soft light, his facial and neck lines long and smooth, forming a perfect arc.
Julian Lancaster? What is he doing here?
Nina Sinclair smelled a faint scent of disinfectant and, seeing the surroundings, seemed to instantly understand what had happened.
She must have fallen ill.
It was Julian Lancaster who bailed her out; they were now in the hospital!
A warm current flowed through Nina Sinclair’s heart, and she looked at Julian Lancaster with gentler eyes.
At that moment, she suddenly felt whether it was because of countless moments of being moved by him that her heart was pounding, or the gradual affection accumulated from daily interactions, she genuinely started to develop feelings for this person.
Why bother to delve into whether it’s being moved or truly moved?
She just liked Julian Lancaster now.
Nina Sinclair confirmed her feelings, yet suddenly remembered that Julian Lancaster did not like her; she was merely an accidental contract partner to him.
She laughed self-mockingly, a wave of bitterness spreading in her heart.
Just as Nina Sinclair was in a daze, Julian Lancaster seemed to sense something and opened his eyes, immediately looking over at Nina Sinclair.
Their eyes met, and the air fell silent for an instant.
"Julian Lancaster, was it you who bailed me out?" Nina Sinclair asked in a hoarse voice.
Hearing her raspy voice, Julian Lancaster stood up and walked to the side to pour her a glass of water, also bringing a few pills he picked up along the way.
Nina Sinclair, extremely thirsty, took the pills without hesitation, swallowing them with a big glass of water until she was satisfied.
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There seemed to be a hint of settling scores.
Nina Sinclair put the glass down beside her and looked at Julian Lancaster, "You..."
Julian Lancaster’s face was tense, his voice cold as he said, "Do you remember what I told you?"
Nina Sinclair’s mind was still a bit foggy and couldn’t react immediately.
After a while, she vaguely recalled Julian Lancaster’s words, didn’t he say to call him if there was a problem that couldn’t be resolved?
At the time of the incident, Nina Sinclair had hesitated for a moment.
Later, she didn’t want Julian Lancaster to owe any favors, so she didn’t inform him; unexpectedly, he was the one who ultimately rescued her.
Nina Sinclair coughed lightly and said, "Did you go ask President Lancaster for help again this time? I’m sorry to make you owe a big favor again."
Upon hearing Nina Sinclair’s words, Julian Lancaster’s cold expression remained, even darkening a bit, his thin lips pressed into a pale arc, clearly not in a good mood.
Nina Sinclair was momentarily at a loss under his stern gaze.
She tentatively asked, "Did you...did you have to pay a great price?"
If Julian Lancaster had to pay a high price to save her, she would feel uneasy about it, and that’s precisely why she didn’t want to look for Julian Lancaster.
Seeing Nina Sinclair’s guilt-ridden expression, Julian Lancaster’s anger only intensified.
He was angry that Nina Sinclair had decided against it that night, yet the first moment trouble occurred, she did not reach out to him but only thought of Ethan Sherman.
In her eyes, it was always Ethan Sherman!