Chapter 3 It Was this Woman Who Saved Him
The clinic deal with the wound quickly, and Wendy Cassia could see the man's appearance.
The man lying on the bed had handsome features, thin lips under the high nose, golden hair was a little messy, and even his long but not feminine eyelashes were golden. Although the man's black suit was stained with blood, the exquisite design could still be seen, setting off his strong figure.
Wendy Cassia frowned. As a professional designer, she could tell at a glance that the suit the man was wearing was customized and could not be sold on the market.
This is not an ordinary man.
This is terrible, she hurt someone, and he would definitely look down on ordinary compensation.
But why did such a nobleman appear here in such a quandary?
She sighed.
Because he was sent here temporarily, there was only one nurse on duty in the clinic. Wendy Cassia fetched a towel and wanted to wipe the stains on the man's face. However, the moment she touched him, she felt hot from her fingertips.
Before she could react, her wrist was gripped hard, and the man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
Wendy Cassia was startled. When she was about to see what was going on, the man closed his eyes.
He didn't let go of her hand.
Wendy Cassia struggled several times but failed to get rid of him. She was afraid that her action would hurt him, so she had to let him hold her.
During the treatment, the man kept holding her hand.
Even the doctor was shocked by their behavior. He thought they must have a good relationship.
But Wendy Cassia knew clearly that this man might be worried that she would run away and be irresponsible.
After an hour's surgery, the man's wound was finally healed. He was out of danger and was sent to the ward from the operating room for rest.
At this moment, he let go of her hand.
Wendy Cassia had already felt a sharp pain in her wrist. She didn't know how much strength this man had used.
"Miss, this gentleman still needs to stay in the hospital for observation. Please sign here." The nurse came over with the receipt and said.
"I am not "
She wanted to say that she was not the man's family and had no right to sign, but when she saw the person in a coma on the bed, she could only take over the receipt and sign her name.
It was her who bumped into him on the road by accident. She had an inescapable responsibility.
Besides, the man didn't have an ID card to prove his identity.
She couldn't contact his family now, and she was worried that his wound would deteriorate. Wendy Cassia could only sleep on the chair in the ward for the whole night.
On the second morning, Louis Wellington woke up from a coma.
He looked around the ward and soon realized where he was.
It seemed that he was safe for now.
Louis Wellington wanted to get up from the bed, but he groaned with pain just after he moved the wound on his waist.
Wendy Cassia, who was curling up in the chair, didn't sleep well. When she heard the sound from the bed, she was immediately awakened.
She raised her head and met the man's cold eyes.
Wendy Cassia was surprised and asked, "Sir, you wake up?"
She was beautiful, but she stayed up all night in the clinic. Her eyes were black, which was conspicuous against her fair skin. Even her lips were pale. It was obvious that she didn't have a good rest last night.
Her clothes were still stained with blood.
The fragments of last night flashed through Louis Wellington's mind.
It was this woman who saved him.
Louis Wellington changed his seated position, his low voice was hoarse, "You saved me last night. As a reward, you can make an offer."
Wendy Cassia was surprised again. She stood up and hurriedly said, "Sir, I think you have misunderstood."
She was sure that the person in front of her must have misunderstood something. She didn't want to evade her responsibility and explained, "It wasn't me who saved you last night. I... I accidentally hit you by my car, so I sent you to the hospital."
Wendy Cassia told him the whole story and carefully observed the man's face. She had thought that he would be angry, but to her surprise, there was no change on the face of Louis Wellington.
He didn't seem to care about being hit by a car at all.
Wendy Cassia began to doubt his attitude and tentatively said, "Sir, you were seriously injured last night. I sent you directly to the clinic without informing the police. As you see... Of course, I don't mean to evade my responsibility. What should I do about it?"
The crisis was one reason, and the other reason was that she would leave here after the fashion show, so she didn't call the police.
Louis Wellington's expression remained the same, "Not needed."
His voice was low and tired.
Not needed?
Wendy Cassia was a little surprised.
After such a serious accident happened, the person in front of her didn't even intend to hold her accountable?
Is there a problem with his head?
Wendy Cassia thought that he might need a thorough examination.
"In that case... Sir, are you hungry? Let me prepare breakfast for you first."
There was no breakfast in the clinic. Wendy Cassia was going to buy breakfast outside, so she called Selina by the way.
"Oh, my God! Wendy! You finally called me. I've been waiting for you the whole night. How's it going? Have you finished it?" Selina was not only her assistant but also her friend.
She was so worried about what had happened that she didn't dare to call Wendy Cassia for fear of disturbing her.
Hearing her friend's concerned question, Wendy Cassia felt warm in her heart and walked aside to tell her everything.
She doesn't know what to do now, even though he said she won't be held accountable, but he is so badly injured, she can't keep him here and leave selfishly.
"Mommy, Mommy! Aunt Selina, let me talk to Mommy."
Two little angels' voices came through the phone.
When Selina handed her phones to them, Gerald said in a childish but firm voice, "Mommy, don't worry. Aunt Selina and I will come to you later."
Vicki added, "Mommy, Mommy, I miss you so much."
"Babies, Mommy misses you too."
What happened last night was so sudden that she had to send the children away and had no time to comfort them. It was the first time that she had been separated from her children in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to say a word.
After hanging up the phone, she calmed down a little. She took the packaged breakfast back to the ward, but the bed was empty, and she didn't know where the people in the room had gone.
"Miss, where is the man in the ward?" Wendy Cassia hurried to find the nurse.
"Oh, do you mean that mister? He has just left the hospital."
Louis Wellington was so good-looking, and the nurse was naturally impressed.
Left the hospital?
Wendy Cassia thought it was a bit inconceivable, but on second thought, he left so suddenly, maybe he had something to do. He would come back to recuperate after he finished his work.
Thinking of this, she wrote down her phone number and asked the nurse to give it to the man.