Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 88

When it comes to Bonnie, Neil seems to lose some of his steam.

"You say she's not stingy, but no woman is generous in love, unless she doesn't really love you." I continued to persuade him, "Do you really want to see her suffer? What would she do if she knew you had sex with me?"

His eyes started to clear up, like he was seriously considering my words.

Just as I let out a sigh of relief, he kissed me again, as if everything I just said was nonsense.

What a fool I was, discussing morals with such a jerk?

God knows when we finally stopped. My eyes were barely able to stay open, while Neil was still raring to go. Slurring from exhaustion, I mumbled, "Let me sleep. I just got out of the hospital..."

The hand that had been wandering over my body stopped. Neil held me from behind, still and quiet. Just before I drifted off, I felt him kiss my shoulder.

The consequence of such intimacy right after getting out of the hospital was a headache the next morning. When I woke up, Neil was already gone from the room.

The air was still heavy with an indescribable smell. I couldn't help but groan, feeling even more uncomfortable.

Adhering to the "health comes first" principle, I skipped breakfast and had Bailey take me to the hospital for a check-up.

What a coincidence, it was Russel again.

"Blood pressure check. Roll up your sleeve." He acted like he didn't know me, his voice indifferent.

I hesitated for a moment, took off my thick coat, and accidentally yanked off my scarf too. I quickly grabbed my scarf and wrapped it back around my neck, but Russel's gaze had already changed. He was staring at my neck.

It was covered in bite marks from Neil last night.

I rolled up the sleeve of my shirt and placed my arm on the table, awkwardly saying, "Go ahead."

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I felt Russel's gaze turn even colder. He picked up the blood pressure cuff, one hand gripping my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong. I almost thought he was trying to break my hand.

Everything was done in silence. After the blood pressure check, Russel ruled out the possibility that my headache was due to blood pressure abnormalities. Then he coldly asked me a few questions, gave me a list of tests, and sent me off to do them.

The final result was that I had been drinking and hadn't rested well, which had worsened my injury which is not fully recovered.

"Going out drinking the day you're discharged, you've got quite the nerve." Russel took off his mask, his facial expression is frosty. His originally aloof expression now looked like the frozen ice on surface of the North Pole.

"A friend came back, so..." I felt guilty. I really shouldn't have been drinking yesterday.

"Simmons?" Russel obviously knew him too.

I nodded.

Then he dropped a bombshell, "Are those hickeys on your neck from him?"

I was startled, "Dr. Russel, you can't just say things like that."

"So it's Neil." This time it was a statement, not a question.

"Why are you asking this? I'm here for a check-up..." I was quite troubled.

Russel paused, seeming to realize his words were inappropriate. In the end, he found the right words as a doctor, "If you don't want to be hospitalized again, get some rest, no smoking, no drinking, and no sex. I'll prescribe some medication for you. Make sure to take it on time."

Ten minutes later, I had my medicine, and Bailey dutifully drove me home.