The girl seemed quite talkative and asked curiously, “If he’s not your husband, is he your boyfriend?”


    Loraine quietly shook her head.


    “He and I… we have nothing to do with each other.”


    But the girl didn’t seem convinced, pursing her lips, “I‘m sure you two were arguing, weren’t you? That


    man looked so worried and caring for you. You must have some rtionship.”


    Loraine had no rebuttal, so she just shook her head helplessly.


    The chatty girl kept rambling even when Loraine wasn’t engaging.


    Thankfully, after a while, she stopped, probably realizing she’d spoken too much and needed rest.


    Loraine sighed in relief. At that moment, the difort of her awkward sleeping position and fatigue


    from the IV drip overwhelmed her. As she shifted ufortably, her arm went numb.


    Just as she was about to reposition herself, a concerned voice rang out, “Loraine, how are you


    feeling?”


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    Then, she saw Marco rush over to her, his eyes filled with worry


    Loraine tensed for a moment, intending to push him away and retract her hand, but Marco had already


    gently grasped her hand. He admonished softly, “Don’t move, you might disce the needle.”


    Loraine wanted to argue, but she watched as he tenderly examined her hand, his fingers Lightly


    caressing the back of her hand as if confirming something.


    She followed his gaze and noticed that her hand, wrapped in gauze, showed a faint bluish tinge against


    her otherwise pale skin, an effect of the prolonged IV infusion.


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    Heartache filled Marco’s eyes, and despite knowing it was a normal urrence, he couldn’t help but


    gently blow on her hand and ask tenderly, “Does it hurt?”


    His warm breath on her hand triggered a shiver, an ufortable tingling sensation. Loraine quickly


    withdrew her hand.


    Marco looked at her, concern etched on his face.


    “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”


    Loraine’s throat felt dry, she shook her head, and then frowned, speaking in an impatient tone.


    “Why are you still here? Besides, I had the IV drip, not you. I didn’t even wince. Why are you acting so


    concerned?”


    Marco’s fussing was making her ufortable.


    Who was he putting on this considerate act for, anyway? When he deceived her earlier, had he


    considered her feelings if she discovered the truth?


    As these thoughts raced through her mind, Loraine felt a wave of irritation. She wished Marco would


    just stay far from her, out of sight.


    Marco seemed about to say something, but then he stopped, likely fearing he’d upset her further, and


    remained silent.