Chapter 132


    ra pointed at his neck and said, “You’ve got something on your neck.”


    Casey caught sight of it too, his surprise evident in his tone, “And on your face too,n. Don’t tell me


    you’re allergic to seafood.”


    Casey stood up immediately; concern was etched on his features. “Allergies are no joke. We can’t


    take this lightly. ra, taken to the hospital, pronto. We don’t want any trouble.” If the Hayes heir


    had an incident at their house, there wouldn’t be enough money in the world to cover the fallout.


    ra, sensing the gravity, grabbed her car keys and said, “Let’s go, I’ll drive you to the ER.”


    Before he could even settle in, ra’s voice came through, icy with a touch of


    anger, n,


    if you knew you were allergic to seafood, why on earth would you eat it? Are you trying to get my


    dad and me in hot water?”


    ra’s frustration was palpable as she bit back, n, can’t we just leave each other alone?


    Wouldn’t it be better to live our own lives?”


    “Not for me. I want you back by my side.”


    “That’s impossible! Stop wasting your time.” With that, she floored the elerator and zoomed


    away.


    It wasn’t until they reached the hospital that ra realized the severity ofn’s allergy. His face,


    neck, and body were covered in hives. His breathing was bingbored.


    This was the first time ra had seenn in the throes of an allergic reaction, and it was far worse


    than she’d expected. Worry crept into her voice as she spoke to the doctor, “How bad is it?”


    The doctor looked at them with a furrowed brow, “With an allergy history–like this, why would you


    even touch seafood? Do you have a death wish?”


    ra’s voice trembled. “Doctor, what should we do?”


    “In severe cases like this, anaphctic shock or even death can ur. He must avoid seafood at all


    costs from now on. I’ll prescribe some medication and set up an IV to help him recover faster.”


    Thank you, doctor.


    ra quickly held his hands down, her voice stern, “The doctor said scratching could leave scars.


    If you don’t want to ruin your good looks, keep still.”


    His voice was hoarse and weak, with an undercurrent of vulnerability. When he called her by name,


    it added an intimateyer to his plea.


    ra’s heart contracted sharply, and her gaze faltered. This wasn’t the first timen had called her


    that way. Each time he had, it was always during their most intimate moments. His voice would be a


    seductive whisper in her ear, “ra, let’s go again, shall we?”


    “ra, be good. It’ll be over soon.”


    All those once–intimate phrases came rushing back withn’s call, crashing over ra like a wave.


    She quickly lowered hershes, hiding every flicker of emotion in her eyes. She tried to sound


    unaffected. “Just hold on a little longer. The doctor said the rash should subside after the IV.”


    Butn, feigning a look of sheer distress, implored her, “It’s so itchy, scratch it for me, you?”


    “No, you’ll get an infection if you break


    your skin.”


    will


    “Then help me take my mind off it.”


    ra eyed him, skepticism in in her voice. “How am I supposed to do that?”


    Before she could finish her sentence,n had pulled her into his embrace.


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