Chapter 394


    Chapter 394 A sense of helplessness washed over Ste. “I have my own things to do, too. I can‘t even


    go to the bathroom if you insist on that.”


    “Did I not let you go to the bathroom just now?”


    Ste remained silent,


    She rubbed between her brows. “I want to get some water. Can you let me go, please?”


    Weston refused.


    She stood up, and he stood up along with her.


    Thus, unable to hold it in any longer, Ste raised her voice. “You‘re still on a drip. If you move as you


    please, I‘ll have to trouble the doctor toe and secure the needle again!” “Help me push the drip. I‘ll


    go with you to get some water.” Weston found it absolutely reasonable. Ste was speechless. “The


    kitchen is right there. You can watch me pouring water for myself. Will I grow wings and fly out of this


    ce?” Weston remained silent with pursed lips. His eyes widened as he considered telling her that he


    was indeed worried that someday, she would grow wings and fly out of this ce, never to be seen


    again. Just like how she jumped off the building that day.


    She fell off that tall building, just like that. If she really had wings, she would certainly choose to leave


    him. She would even be willing to dive down the deepest abyss if she didn‘t.


    Weston did not want to see either situation happening.


    Ste might not have realized it before, but she now keenly sensed how difficult it could be to please a


    man like Weston.


    Now that he was sick, he seemed even more like the devil, sent from hell to torment her.


    After she finally managed to get a cup of water from the kitchen, Weston dragged her back to the couch


    and locked her in his embrace.


    He treated her just like a bolster, refusing to let her go. Ste did not find herself very small in stature.


    Although skinny, her body was of a decent build and was definitely not akin to a child.


    However, as shey in Weston‘s embrace, the disparity in size was stark. She felt like a doll, mped


    tightly in ce by one of his strong arms. He was capable of effortlessly holding her in ce even while


    he was sick.


    Ste had no choice but to stay by his side while on a drip. The night gradually fell silent.


    Ste nced at the clock and saw that it was gettingte.


    Yet, Weston became even more alert as the night went on.


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    She touched his forehead and felt grateful that his fever had gone down. Weston looked at her silently as


    his eyes reverted to their usual cold and distant look.


    It was as if that whining man who was sticking to her previously was nothing but an illusion. Ste


    calmed down and looked into his eyes as she said calmly, “Your fever has gone down now. I‘ll go back to


    my own room for a rest. Get Joan‘s help to call for the doctor to remove the dripter...” Weston didn‘t


    respond.


    A whileter, hended a kiss on her forehead.


    “It‘s been tough on you,” he said. Ste smiled. “If you find it tough on me, please let me go back to my


    bed. I‘m rather tired.” She yawned. “Just sleep here,“Weston hugged her and made her lean in his


    embrace. Ste didn‘t want to. “I can‘t sleep well like this, and it‘ll just wear you out more.” “It won‘t,”


    Weston said. “I’m never tired when I hug you.“