To be honest, a good-looking person always fitted in well with any style.
With a shaven head, he looked dangerous, attractive, and refreshing.
"It's up to me."
Sitting by the bed, Luke looked at her deeply and said word by word, "Don't worry. I won't let you die."
"You're my woman. I'll protect you! Even Death can't take you away from me!"
Eileen's emotions were churning as she heard this.
From the moment she was diagnosed, she had forced herself to be strong and calm.
Because she knew that she could only rely on herself.
Yet now, hearing his words, her mental armor broke, revealing her weakness.
"Three top medical teams will come over from different countries this afternoon. Prepare yourself. It's a tough battle, but we'll win."
Luke stared fixedly at her. "The medical professors will come every day. You'll have a hard time, but I'll always be with you."
Eileen's lips moved. As she was about to speak, she was hugged by him.
The hug was warm like a sturdy wall that she could lean on.
"Cheer up!"
He whispered in her ear, "Think about Brad and me. You must hang in there."
Eileen closed her eyes and answered obediently, "Okay."
Luke then went to the Director of the hospital and asked him to arrange a suite for Eileen.
He didn't return to the villa, staying in the suite every night.
As soon as Eileen moved, he would immediately get up.
Moreover, Brandy sent nutritious food over every day.
However, it couldn't counteract the side effects of the chemo. In just one month, Eileen became thin and pale as if she could be blown away by the wind.
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