HappyNovelChapter 166 Chapter 166: "No water for the next seven days. Take it easy, avoid heavy lifting, and cback for a check-up in a week." Khloe sat still on the bed, her eyes locked onto the doctor, her face a mask of indifference. Her eyes, though soft in hue, were sharp and cold, as if they could cut through steel.
"Got it," she replied.
A shiver ran down the doctor's spine under her unflinching stare. He wiped the sweat from his brow, practically fleeing the room in haste.
The weight of her presence was suffocating.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs the doctor hurried out, he bumped into a man who was strolling casually down the hall. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the man's striking features and pale complexion gave him an aura of enigmatic nobility.
The doctor's eyes met the man's, and a chill ran through him.
Those eyes reminded him of a predator, freezing him in place.
"How is she?" the man asked.
The doctor couldn't shake the feeling that this man was here for the young woman named Khloe, as both of them carried an unmistakable aura of authority.
After a brief pause to collect himself, the doctor nervously gestured toward the room behind him.
"She's in there. The young lady has a fractured hand and several abrasions, but her chest shows no signs of concern." Upon hearing the report, Henrik glanced away before entering the room.
At the sound of movement, Khloe slowly raised her eyes. Henrik moved toward her bedside, his gaze briefly scanning her splinted arm. His towering figure radiated an undeniable authority as he leaned down to ruffle her hair.
"Does it hurt?" ŁOTẸŞT ØḤAPTERS = g☐l.☐om Khloe's lashes fluttered before a bright, radiant smile spread across her face. “No, it doesn't hurt." She paused, tilting her head slightly, her eyes blinking as they shimmered with a blend of grievance and unshed tears.
"Actually, it does hurt." Over the last three years, Khloe had learned to hide her emotions to the point where admitting pain, much less shedding tears, felt foreign to her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThough there was no real pain, Henrik's serious expression sparked a mischievous glint in her eyes. She wondered how he would react if she pretended otherwise.
Suddenly, she had the urge to test him-to see how he would respond if she told him it hurt.
Henrik's brows furrowed slightly, his concern barely hidden. His fingers, warm and gentle, stroked through her hair, resting against her cheek as his eyes carefully traced every line of her face, ensuring she was truly unharmed.
Once he was certain she was fine, his features softened, and he lifted her O chin, their gazes locking with quiet intensity. Khloe was briefly stunned, her eyes meeting Henrik's intense gaze. She parted her lips to speak. "I'm sorry, but-"
But before she could continue, Henrik cut her off. "I won't blyou, and I won't ask if you need help again. As for today's incident, if you hadn't allowed it to happen, that driver wouldn't have had the chance to hurt you. If you want to handle it alone, I'll let you. The only thing I'll do is help you erase any trace of it. That's what you want, isn't it?"
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