"You’re alone; it’s inconvenient," Julian Lancaster said in a flat tone.
But in Nina Sinclair’s ears, it felt exceptionally warm. He was worried about her being alone and stayed specifically to accompany her.
"Oh." A subtle smile appeared on Nina Sinclair’s lips, her heart feeling warm.
Julian Lancaster’s gaze fell on her hand. "Shower?"
Nina Sinclair nodded.
"Need any help?" Julian Lancaster asked.
Nina Sinclair’s cheeks flushed; she immediately refused, "No need! I can do it myself, no need to trouble you!"
Even though she and this man were already married, they hadn’t reached the level of being completely open to each other. She preferred to tough it out herself.
Julian Lancaster looked at Nina Sinclair, who was beet red.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said leisurely, "I meant to help you call a nurse; where was your mind wandering?"
"..." She misunderstood, how embarrassing!
Ultimately, to prove she wasn’t thinking nonsense, Nina Sinclair politely declined Julian’s suggestion. Nurses aren’t cheap nowadays, costing several hundred dollars a day, and since she wasn’t incapable of taking care of herself, there was no need to spend that unnecessary money.
It took a full hour and a half for Nina Sinclair to barely finish her shower.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she saw Julian Lancaster had already unfolded a folding bed right next to her hospital bed.
Nina Sinclair was in a single room with no other roommates.
Julian Lancaster said that the hospital had fewer patients recently, and because her case seemed urgent, they arranged a single room for her at the same price as a standard room.
It made Nina Sinclair marvel at how there seemed to be fewer people getting sick nowadays, leaving hospital beds vacant.
In reality, she had no idea that Julian had used his connections.
While Nina Sinclair was tidying up, Felix Ford had already sent the video of Sierra Sinclair and James Aldridge to Julian Lancaster. After watching it, he asked Felix to anonymously send a copy to Nina Sinclair.
By the time Nina Sinclair lay down on her hospital bed, her phone received an email.
The email was anonymous, with Sierra Sinclair’s name written on it.
Staring at the dark video screen, she curiously clicked the play button.
The first scene was from a surveillance angle, showing Sierra Sinclair and a man walking into a hotel, with the time clearly displayed in the top-right corner.
Nina Sinclair was shocked as her eyes widened. Wasn’t that just earlier today?
The woman in the video was Sierra Sinclair, but the man wasn’t Vincent Lancaster. If she wasn’t mistaken, that man resembled a senior executive from Zenith Group.
Sierra Sinclair and this man couldn’t be...
She hurriedly watched more closely.
Just as Nina Sinclair was spacing out, the video transitioned to the hotel room, where the two fell onto the bed in a passionate frenzy.
A suggestive, imagination-stirring moan echoed through the ward, accompanied by the man’s heavy breathing, almost stopping Nina Sinclair’s heart. Follow current novels on ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
She anxiously tried to turn off the video, but the more nervous she became, the more mistakes she made, especially since she could only use one hand!
Her left hand was already not agile enough, and in panic, the phone slipped from her hand!
After it hit the ground, the sound continued, becoming even more intense.
Nina Sinclair dared not look at Julian’s expression. Struggling to get out of bed to pick up her phone and turn it off, she ended up pulling at her wound, sending tears streaming down her face, slowing her movements considerably.
A long-fingered hand picked up the phone and easily turned off the video.
The sounds that had sparked endless imagination finally ceased.
It was as if Nina Sinclair had gone through a world war. Completely shaken, she was drenched in cold sweat; more embarrassing was her phone still being in Julian Lancaster’s hand.
Would he think she was some old pervert watching that kind of video?
Oh my God, let her explode from embarrassment right here!
"Don’t, don’t misunderstand, I accidentally clicked on an ad just now..."
"Mm." Julian Lancaster naturally handed the phone back to her.
Nina Sinclair stole a glance at him, seeing no mockery on his face, assuming he accepted her excuse, she discreetly sighed in relief.
Thinking of the video scene earlier, doubts flashed in Nina Sinclair’s mind.
Sierra Sinclair was about to get engaged to Vincent Lancaster; why would she cheat on him?
Even more puzzling was who sent her the video?
No matter, as long as the video benefits her.