Chapter 1643


    Mckenzie waved at Be, signaling her to leave together.


    Be felt uneasy, looking at Charlie.


    Mckenzie noticed it. She shook her head slightly and took Be away.


    Charlie was left alone in the ward.


    He couldn''t sleep, thinking about Grace. Did she have no feelings for him anymore? Was she so


    cruel to him?


    Did he feel desperate?


    Yes.


    Was he depressed?


    Yes. He felt like he was in an ice house. It was so cold.


    What Mckenzie said still echoed clearly in his mind.


    However, it was strange that another feeling was burning inside him. It became clearer and clearer.


    Looking out the window at the dark sky, Grace was lost in thought. No one knew what was on her


    mind.


    After a long while, she got up, casually draping her jacket over her shoulders. She walked out of the


    ward.


    As it was veryte, the corridor was very quiet. No one was there. Grace stepped along the corridor.


    The room at the end of the corridor was Charlie''s.


    Through the ss in the door, she saw everything inside.


    Charlie’s eyes were closed. He was sleeping and looked well.


    After looking for a while, Grace still didn''t push the door open. Instead, she stood in the doorway.


    A momentter, footsteps came from behind. Grace withdrew her gaze and turned around. It was a


    nurse, carrying something in her hands. The nurse looked back and muttered while walking.


    When she saw Grace, she paused and called Grace in a low voice.


    Grace nodded. "Are you going to put him on an IV?"


    "Yes. It’s an anti-inmmatory. His wounds may be infected," the nurse answered.


    Without saying anything else, Grace turned to leave.


    As she was about to go back to her ward, Grace thought of something and said," Please bring him


    the best nutritional porridge tomorrow morning. Don''t tell him I asked you to do so."


    The nurse was confused but still nodded, indicating that she got it.


    While the nurse changed the IV bottle, Grace didn''t leave. She stood at the corner, not visible from


    the ward.


    The corridor was not warm. It was being ventted. She was staying at the end of the corridor. The


    cold air came in as if to bite her.


    Twenty minutester, the nurse changed the medicine and came out. Seeing Grace still standing


    there, the nurse was a little surprised. "Ms. Livingston, you can''t stay in the wind. You''ll get a cold.


    Hurry back to your room." "Have you finished?" Grace gathered her clothes, feeling a cold current


    running through her.


    "Yes,” the nurse replied.


    "Is he asleep?"


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    The nurse wondered why Grace stood out of the ward and asked her instead of going in and having


    a look.


    After thinking for a while, the nurse nodded. "Yes. There should be no problem tonight."


    Grace said thank you with a slight smile and then left.


    As she was back in the ward, Andrew called her, asking what she was busy with. Heined


    that she didn''te back to apany Eaton.


    Grace didn''t tell him the truth and made an excuse.


    If Andrew knew the truth, he would rush over with Eaton at once. It was sote, and she was not


    seriously hurt. Therefore, he didn''t need to worry about her.


    After hanging up the phone, she quickly fell asleep.


    Grace got up veryte the next morning.


    The weather finally cleared up. Sunshine beamed through the window. She felt warm.


    The doctor came and gave her a check-up, saying that she had recovered well and that there was


    no big problem.


    Grace smiled slightly. She was still looking at the design drawings.


    It was spring, and now she had to start designing jewelry for spring and summer, so she was very


    busy.


    The doctor was idle, talking about Charlie. Charlie had a high fever and almost went down with


    pneumonia. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time.


    Hearing this, Grace stopped drawing. She looked up at the doctor, thinking back carefully. Then she


    remembered that yesterday Charlie gave his coat to her. He just wore a white shirt in the wind all


    day.


    "How is he now?"


    "He''s recovering quickly. He''s young and strong, so there is nothing serious. His injuries will take


    some time to heal."


    At these words, Grace nodded with relief and continued to look at the drawings in her hands. She


    wanted to leave the hospital this afternoon.


    In another ward, Charlie was still lying in bed. There was no one else in the room. He was bored


    and called Mark.


    Mark didn''t go to hispany, staying at the Valentine mansion. Charlie heard theughter and


    screams of the children on the phone.


    "I think she may not have any feelings for me anymore. I haven''t seen her in my ward sincest


    night."


    Charlie looked ndly out the window.


    Women needed to talk with their friends about their emotional lives, and so did men.


    Anyone would be in trouble and feel unhappy, whether they were women or men.


    "Is that so?" Mark thought that as Charlie was sick, he shouldfort him. "Maybe she’s seriously


    injured."


    "No. My mother and the doctor said she is fine. She can get out of bed, walk, and even run." Charlie


    felt distressed.


    Hearing this, Mark slowly rubbed his brow, saying, "Although I feel very sorry for you, I have to tell


    the truth. Before you became Grace''s driver, nothing happened to her.


    "The first day you worked for her, such a big ident happened. I don’t know what to say."


    Charlie gave a wry smile. "I’m unlucky these days. Let’se back to thest subject. Do you think


    she still loves me?"


    "ording to the situation, no." Mark felt that Charlie didn''t need to stall for time. It was good for


    them to make a clean break.


    Charlie fell silent.


    Mark secretly sighed, knowing that Charlie must feel very hurt. Mark asked, "What are you going to


    do then?"