A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 1643

Mckenzie waved at Bella, signaling her to leave together.

Bella felt uneasy, looking at Charlie.

Mckenzie noticed it. She shook her head slightly and took Bella 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 very late, 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 glass 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 moment later, 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-inflammatory. 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 ventilated. She was staying at the end of the corridor. The cold air came in as if to bite her.

Twenty minutes later, 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?"

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