Domineering Lover novel Chapter 593

Having experienced what it was like to lose Tracey, Adam valued the time he had with her more than ever. All thoughts of her burst forth in an instant.

He looked after her with all his heart, and did not even notice that he had a beard.

Tracey sat on the bed, drinking porridge. He looked at her without blinking, for fear that she would disappear in the next second.

'Adam, don't look at me like that. I-1 feel shy." Tracey blushed when he stared at her with such affectionate eyes.

"Well, you can just focus on the porridge." Adam's nervousness and anxiety all disappeared at this moment. He even wanted to spend the rest of his life watching her.

She thought he must have eaten nothing, so she gave him a spoonful of porridge. "You wanna try it?"

"I'm good. Enjoy it yourself. You finally got your fever down, and I don't want you to have a stomach attack." Adam wouldn't rest until she'd finished her porridge.

Tracey had no choice but to finish it alone. "Adam,

I'm done. Now you can go eat."

"Okay." Adam wolfed down a sandwich, not knowing whether it was good or not.

"Adam, I'm all right. Let's go home." Tracey felt better now. Her fever had subsided, and there was nothing physically wrong with her.

Adam had Lance run a full workup on her. Then he checked her out when he heard Lance said she was fine.

Lance waved to Adam. "Come here. I want to talk to you."

Adam thought Lance was going to tell him about Tracey, so he hurried over to him.

As soon as he went out, he heard the click of a camera. He frowned and found Lance as happy as a child. "I once again saw you in a mess. Haha, I'm gonna tweet it."

Tracey shook her head helplessly when she heard Lance's excited voice. Was Lance really Caesar's brother?

Why were they so different? Caesar was cold and quiet, Lance was warm and talked all the time.

She first came here because Adam was hurt. The first thing Lance did was not treating him, but tweet about his injuries.

"Lance, you want to pick a fight?" Adam just

needed someone to be his punching bag.

"Too bad I have a meeting. Your little bunny's fine. Get the pills from the head nurse and take her home."

Even though Tracey couldn't see Lance's face, she could imagine it. He must look like he needed a spanking. If she were Adam, she would definitely beat him up.

Lance left soon, and Adam didn't go after him. He turned and walked over to Tracey.

"Little bunny, let's go home."

"Okay." Tracey put on her coat. When she was about to get out of bed and wear shoes, Adam stopped her.