The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 102

It was the same style as Laura’s.

Honestly, when it came to getting under someone’s skin, Hans was in a league of his own. No one could top him.

“Just leave it over there,” Jay said, his face giving nothing away.

The bodyguard set the wheelchair aside and added, “I just saw Hans’s assistant helping Petty with her discharge papers.”

Jay turned his head just a little. Sure enough, the guy on the hospital bed looked like a storm was brewing on his face.

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After breakfast, Petty headed to the bathroom. Same as yesterday, just a couple little drops of blood. The amount was off compared to usual.

What was going on? Was it really because she’d caught a chill? Maybe things would go back to normal tomorrow. It had happened once or twice before, so Petty tried not to worry about it and started getting changed.

By the time she was dressed, Hans’s assistant had already packed up all her things.

“Let’s go,” Hans said, quickly looping a scarf around her neck. “Don’t catch a cold.”

Petty followed him out the door.

At the entrance, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Hans noticed right away, his brows twitching. Was she still thinking about Franco in the next room? If he’d known, maybe he really should have run that bastard over when he had the chance.

He was just about to say something when Petty turned and asked, “Where’s the pie I didn’t finish?”

Hans froze for a second, then snorted. Such a foodie.

But that was good. Forgetting Franco was exactly what she needed to be happy.

“It’s right here, Petty,” the assistant said, handing her a bag with the pie.

Petty grabbed it, took a big bite, and followed Hans into the elevator.

“Come on, a guy like Franco has seen every kind of beauty. If he’s still hung up on her, she must be something else. And Laura even saved his life.”

Petty’s lashes lowered, her eyes hidden. A dull ache throbbed in her lower belly.

She tugged on Hans’s hand, urging him, “Let’s go.”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here. Some people have nothing better to do than gossip at a hospital,” Hans said, pulling her into the car.

They both wore masks, but with their looks and the way they carried themselves, people started speculating they were celebrities.

Someone guessed out loud, “Do you think she’s a pregnant celebrity sneaking in for a checkup?”

“A guy and a girl, and he’s being all protective. They probably are a couple. You might be onto something.”

“They look perfect together!”

A little distance away, Franco heard the whispers. His hand tightened around his crutch, knuckles turning white.