Chapter 6
“Two days?”
I was surprised. Noah was dressed in casual clothes, but I clearly remembered him wearing a suit this morning.
It turned out that I had slept two whole days and nights without food or drink.
Noah already knew the answer. He reached out to touch the table and found there was, indeed, a layer of dust. Since moving in, I hadn’t cleaned the apartment yet.
He took off his black jacket and threw it on a chair. The moment the jacket landed, it kicked up a layer of dust.
“Sit here.”
I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I walked over and sat on his jacket.
He rolled up his sleeves a
his sleeves and went into the bathroom. After some noises, Noah came out with a wet cloth and started wiping the dining table, the coffee table, and the wardrobe.
“Have a rest. I’ll take you out for a meal after I finish cleaning.”
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Take me out for a meal? I felt curious, especially about him doing housework. Noah was Matthew’s bodyguard, a tough man who usually communicated with his fists. I hadn’t expected him to be so meticulous.
After approximately an hour, Noah finished wiping the floors and then went into the bathroom to wash off the sweat from his face. He emerged shortly after.
“Are you getting impatient?”
With wet hair dripping water droplets, his wild facial features revealed a natural, somewhat mischievous smile.
Absentminded, I nodded and then shook my head.
He laughed heartily and walked over, wanting to pat my head, but he seemed to remember something and withdrew his hand.
“Let’s go.”
I stood up, and he took his jacket.
“Those girls recommended a restaurant to me. Shall we go there? Its cuisine tastes sweet and good.”
Those girls should be referring to the employees of Matthew’s company. Noah sometimes interacted with them, but did he
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particularly make inquiries about the restaurant?
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Hearing him say that, I was somewhat hungry. After all, I slept for two days and nights. Besides, I hadn’t eaten enough and even threw up when I was at the Harrington Manor.
I had only taken a few steps when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I rushed to the bathroom, holding on to the toilet for support and retching. There was nothing in my stomach to throw up, so I just vomited brownish blood.
Seeing this, Noah, who had followed me in, supported me by my shoulders. I was so skinny that there was still a lot of space left in his arms.
“Skylar?”
He helped me to the washbasin, and I rinsed my mouth with
water.
He asked me solemnly, “Have you been to the hospital for a check–up after you came back?”
I shook my head.
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He immediately carried me on his back, took the keys, and went downstairs. I couldn’t say a word due to the unbearable pain. In the taxi, he held onto my acupoint to relieve the pain in my stomach with his experience.
“Please drive faster,” Noah urged. The driver saw my condition through the rear–view mirror and silently sped up.
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I was in a daze throughout the whole process of getting
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examined at the hospital. Until the gastric lavage was done, Noah came to my ward with the examination report in his hand.
He sat down beside my bed, furrowing his brows as he looked at the examination report. The hospital chair was too short for him, so he had to keep his long legs elevated and his knees apart.
“Do you want to be hospitalized?” Noah asked me.
“What did the doctor say?”
“The doctor said it is not necessary, but…”
“Then I don’t want to.” I didn’t want to stay in a place bustling with people, which would make me feel insecure.
Noah fell silent briefly. “Alright, but we have to come to the hospital every day from now on for medication and check–ups.”
I could sense that some of my wounds had been treated.
“During this period, you can only eat soup and other liquid food.”
Even if Noah had not reminded me of this, I could have guessed it. For three months, I ate spoiled food every day, sometimes starving and sometimes full. My stomach was definitely ruined.
“Noah.”
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“But I’m very hungry right now…”
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Noah’s eyes were filled with concern because he learned from the doctor what I had probably eaten. It remained in my stomach and could not be digested or vomited, hence the need for gastric lavage.
He gently placed his hand on my forehead as if to comfort me and assured me, “I will make the soup delicious. Trust me, okay?”
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