Chapter 34 Lena Takes Care of Sick Grayson

Lena, perplexed, tiptoed towards the rest area, pushed open the door, and first saw Grayson lying on the large bed with his back to her.

Lena approached cautiously and noticed Grayson's unusual condition.

His face was pale, sweat kept dripping, lacking his usual vigor, and looking more exhausted.

"Grayson," Lena gently shook him.

"It's okay, just lying down will be fine!" Grayson replied with closed eyes.

Seeing Grayson in such pain, Lena panicked.

"No, we must go to the hospital. It's all my fault. I knew you couldn't eat spicy food yet I let you eat so much!" Lena kept blaming herself.

Tears kept falling incessantly.

Seeing Lena so worried about him, Grayson felt happy. She wasn't as indifferent to him as she appeared.

Grayson opened his arms and pulled Lena into an embrace.

"Just let me hold you for a while," Grayson weakly said.

"No, you must go to the hospital now!" There was an irresistible dominance in Lena's tone.

Lena rushed out and called for the assistant's help.

Finally arriving at the hospital after a struggle, the assistant had already arranged everything with the hospital.

Experts in the VIP ward were waiting for consultation.

After a long process, with an IV drip finally in place, the experts left.

In the room, it was only Lena and Grayson, quietly lying in bed asleep.

Lena's heart felt like it was torn between ice and fire, the intense guilt tormenting her like a boulder on her chest. Lena anxiously tugged at her hair.

Looking at Grayson sleeping soundly.

Lena instructed the assistant to watch over for a while. She quickly took a taxi home, packed a few changes of clothes, cooked some millet porridge and put it in a thermos, then hurried back to the hospital.

To ensure Grayson could wake up to drink the perfectly warm millet porridge, Lena opened the thermos lid, scooped out a small bowl, and placed it on the table to cool down. The sweet aroma of the porridge filled the room permeated with disinfectant.

Smelling the porridge, Grayson woke up. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his woman bustling around.

Perhaps Grayson's gaze was too intense, Lena unconsciously turned her face away and saw Grayson quietly watching her.

Her face turned red instantly.

"You're awake?"

"Yeah," Grayson nodded.

"You've slept for so long, have some porridge!" Lena handed him the bowl of porridge.

"The doctor said you can only have porridge for now, so bear with it!"

"As long as it's made by you, I'm happy even if it's plain water!" Lena found that even after four years, Grayson was still smooth-tongued.

Lena prepared to hand the bowl to Grayson, but he hesitated to take it.

Grayson lifted his left hand, gesturing to her, "I'm still on the drip!"

Grayson licked his lips innocently, looking at Lena.

Lena stared at him coldly for a while, then fed him helplessly.

"Open your mouth!" Lena sternly commanded.

"Can't you be gentler? Woman."

"Shut up, eat if you find me harsh," Lena said without patience.

"Open up."

The spoon came over, and Grayson quickly cooperated by opening his mouth, warm millet porridge spreading from his throat to his burning stomach.

Finally finishing the bowl of porridge, Lena felt more tired than drawing ten design drafts.

She suddenly stood up relaxedly, collected the meal box and spoon, ready to take them out to wash. As her hand touched the door handle, she heard a low voice, "Lena, let's start over..."