Falling in Love With A One-Night Stand novel - Chapter 475

475 I'll Cure You Looking at the receding backs of the woman and the little girl, Bill turned around and strolled down that street. He noticed that the wind was alittle warmer, and the streetlights were a little brighter. And above him, a few stars were shining in the sky. At that moment, he suddenly had an idea. He then pulled out his phone and texted the only person he cared about in the whole world. "I met a little girl on the road today!

She's really cute." While typing, he had already imagined Joanna's surprised look at receiving this message and how she would laugh as she regained her composure. "Are you still working? | haven't eaten anything yet." Johanna responded. Bill smiled lightly and slipped his phone into his pocket as he reached for a cab. When he arrived at the hospital, he saw a thin woman sitting on the bed through the window. With her bony hands, she was knitting a sweater quickly and skillfully.

With a delighted smile, she stopped and placed the sleeve on her body. Her hospital gown was too noticeable in the light. Otherwise, everything would have looked fantastic. Looking at her, Bill felt the urge to cry and then let out a cough. The instant Joanna realized Bill had come to see her, she rushed to put the sweater away and shouted, "Bill! Hello." Joanna was already sitting on the bed when Bill opened the door and walked in.

The sweater she was just knitting was tucked beneath her '4741 Cure You pillow, and two long, thin wooden needles stretched out. "I brought you chicken soup." Bill pretended not to notice anything and then handed Joanna a bowl of soup. She smiled and took the box right away. As soon as she took it, Joanna noticed the scrape on his wrist. Frowning, she yanked on his arm and lifted his sleeve. After that, she saw more shocking bruises.

Because Bill did nothing to the wound, the blood flowing from it stuck on his sleeve. Biting her lip, Joanna immediately stood up and left the room. A moment later, she returned to the ward, clutching the gauze she had gotten from the nurse. Then she started to treat Bill's wounds. She appeared to be very skilled at cleaning his wounds. Throughout, she remained silent, her head buried low. "I was just waiting for a traffic light on the road when a car almost hit a little girl.