Chapter 102: Waylon, his expression a mix of anger and concern, helped Gracie to her feet. "What were you thinking running out like that? Weren't you supposed to stay in the car?" "Even now, you're being harsh. Waylon, just promise me one thing..." Waylon's frown deepened as he lifted her into his arms. "No, we're heading straight to the hospital." Gracie tried to speak again but lost consciousness before she could finish. Awakening later, Gracie found herself in a plush hospital room. She was still alive, then? But where had Waylon gone?

Had he really just left her here alone after she had risked her life for him? At that moment, a nurse entered, her tone laced with admiration, saying, "Your boyfriend must really care about you. It's just a superficial wound on your shoulder, yet he insisted on involving the hospital director." Since when did she have a boyfriend? Gracie's features tightened briefly. Was the nurse talking about Waylon? "Wait, you're telling me it's just a scrape on my shoulder? Wasn't I struck by a bullet?" The nurse reassured her with a nod. "Yes, it's merely an injury.

You won't need to stay in the hospital." The previous evening, the nurse had watched Gracie's boyfriend frantically rush her into the ER, his face filled with concern as he insisted on the best care and demanded to see the hospital director. Feeling the nurse's reassurance wash over her, Gracie found her anxiety ease. She shifted on the hospital bed, noting a minor ache in her shoulder but otherwise feeling well. She was relieved to realize she hadn't been shot after all and that she was alive.

Looking around the room and seeing no sign of Waylon, Gracie softly asked, "Have you seen where he went?" Lатєst ϲhαptєrs ιn glοvєl.ｃοｍ "Whom are you asking about?" Gracie hesitated, then softly replied, "My boyfriend, where is he now?" As she finished her question, Waylon walked into the room. His tall stature, noble bearing, and striking looks momentarily captivated the nurse. "How is she now?" His voice was so enchanting that it seemed to stop time.

After a short pause, Waylon frowned in frustration when the nurse didn't respond, prompting Gracie to gently remind her, "Could we have some privacy, please?" Snapping out of her daze, the nurse apologized and left the room quickly. Once outside, she excitedly relayed to her colleagues, saying, "That incredibly handsome man just went into her room. He's absolutely breathtaking! I wish my boyfriend looked like him!" "Really? We'd like to see him too!" As Gracie heard the nurses gossiping outside, she cringed with embarrassment. Did Waylon catch her calling him "my boyfriend"?

How utterly humiliating! . . .