HappyNovelChapter 761: Stepping into the hospital, Silver Fox felt her earlier bravado slip away. She could handle life-and-death situations alongside Black Snake, no problem. But walking into Burnet's ward was a whole different battlefield. Guilt and a shaky sense of confidence had a funny way of messing with her head. As tough as she was, she had surprisingly thin skin when it cto this sort of thing.
So why the midnight hospital visit? Simple. There were fewer people around to witness her embarrassment. The daytcrowds would've made it unbearable, even though no one knew her secret. She might be fearless on the battlefield, but here, she was all nerves.
The clock showed eleven when she finally made it to the hospital. After a quick check with a nurse, she got Burnet's ward number and found herself hesitating outside his door for what felt like forever.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBodyguards were posted outside, like in a scene from saction movie. Clearly, the recent kidnap had rattled even someone as tough as Burnet. He never brought bodyguards with him before. He was once a top-tier special forces soldier, after all, who didn't need anyone to watch his back.
As Silver Fox approached, the bodyguards immediately tensed, eyes narrowing. Not wanting to cause a scene, she put on her best humble act, explaining why she was there. They listened, exchanged a few glances, and then one of them stepped into the room to inform Buof her arrival.
Inside, Buwas lying in bed, half-expecting and half-doubting whether Silver Fox would actually show up. He'd nearly given up hope when his bodyguard walked in and mentioned that a beautiful girl with the last nSwain was here to see him.
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The news jolted Buupright, excitement flashing across his face. There was only one Swain he knew-Eloisa Swain, who was also called Silver Fox. She'd really come, and at such a late hour, too.
Excitement coursed through him as he glanced around the room, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. Confused, the bodyguard asked, “Mr. Hoffman, what are you looking for?" "The mirror," Busaid, dead serious.
That almost made the guard lose his professional composure. Bunever used a mirror! The guy had always been the epitof effortlessly handsome. With his striking looks and impeccable physique, he never needed to worry about his appearance. A quick face wash and his signature black suit over a crisp white shirt were all it took to turn heads.
The idea that he'd ever need to check himself in a mirror was almost laughable. The bodyguard cleared his throat, trying to keep a straight face. "Uh, Mr. Hoffman, you don't have a mirror here. But if you really want to see yourself, you could always use the bathroom mirror." For a brief moment, Bufroze, realizing just how ridiculous he was being. He had never cared about looking in a mirror before, and now here he was, suddenly desperate for one. But instead of feeling embarrassed, he shrugged it off and sprang out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce inside, he splashed water on his face and smoothed his hospital gown to make it look presentable. He wanted to comb his hair, too, but the bandages wrapped around his head made that a non-starter. Staring at his reflection, he frowned at the bruises that marred his usually flawless face. He stared at them, willing them to disappear, but they had no such plans. He didn't look handsenough.
But no matter how much he hated it, those bruises were here to stay for a while. Resigned, he let out a long sigh and stepped out of the bathroom, catching the bodyguard's eye. "So, how do I look?" he asked.
The bodyguard blinked, clearly thrown off by the question. "Uh, Mr. Hoffman... what do you mean?" "My face," Buclarified, pointing at the bruises. "Is it bad? Do I look ugly?" The bodyguard's eyes widened. He knew better than to tell his boss he looked anything less than fantastic. "Mr. Hoffman, you're definitely not ugly. You look great!" he answered with all the confidence he could muster.
"Really?" Buraised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Even with all the swelling and bruises? You don't think I look like I got run over by a truck?"
"Not in the slightest," the bodyguard replied with unshakable confidence. "You're naturally good-looking. A few bruises don't change that. In fact, they make you more attractive."
Typically sharp and unflappable, Bucouldn't help but enjoy the m flattery. With a smirk of satisfaction, he made his way back to the bed, arranging himself until he looked like he was posing for a magazine cover. Once he was sure everything was just right, he gave the bodyguard a nod. "Alright, let Miss Swain in."
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