Best Revenge: Being My Ex-Boyfriend’s Aunt novel Chapter 2130

Freya stood still without dodging Ryan. After all, sick people were like that. They were easily irritable and instinctively wanted to depend on someone.

"I think you're a little warm." Ryan was not sure either. However, when he looked at how lethargic she looked, his heart softened like a sponge.

"Let me take you to the hospital."

He took the bag away from her shoulder and draped his arm on it, seemingly holding her politely.

Freya did not notice that he was a lot taller than her. With him by her side in times like this, she did not have to worry about anything else. 1

With that, Ryan brought her to a nearby hospital.

It was evening, so the emergency room was not crowded. As soon as Freya entered, she sat on the chair in the corridor while Ryan sorted out her medical record and paid the fees. Then, he took her to see the doctor and get a routine blood test.

She removed her coat and rolled up her sleeves for the blood draw.

Once the needle was extracted, Ryan pressed the cotton swab down for her and put on her coat using another hand for fear that she would catch a cold.

Freya did not think much of it until she glanced sideways at the few women who were having their blood drawn. Some were alone, and some had their husbands accompanying them. However, their husbands were just on their phones.

Then, she darted a glance at Ryan, who was hugging her tightly. Only then did something strike her, and she gave him an awkward nudge. "Why are you hugging me so tightly..."

"Stop moving. Your coat is going to fall." Ryan pulled u p the coat that was going to fall. "Take care not to worsen your cold."

"The heater inside is on..."

"Even so, the heater isn’t very warm. Plus, there's an exit at the side where the cool air enters."

As Ryan was speaking, he checked the wound on her wrist. Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, he rolled down her sleeves and helped her put on the coat. He even bent down to button it for her.

Freya's face accidentally rubbed against the sweater o n his chest. In the hospital full of disinfectant odor, the faint mint scent on his sweater carried a fresh aura of a young man.