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In a commanding tone, he ordered, “Come to Seaville Central Hospital. Roxanne is in Ward 302.
“Transfer her to the top-floor VIP suite now.”
His assistant was obviously stunned for a second. Not daring to ask, he just nodded and replied, “Al- right, Mr. Padilla.”
After a pause, Johnny added, “Go to Vesper Restaurant and get some seafood risotto and spinach soup. Remember-they have to be freshly made.”
Those used to be Roxanne’s favorite.
Honestly, he didn’t know why he’d remember this so clearly or why he’d order this.
Maybe he just didn’t want to see her in such a pitiful state.
Yes. That must be it.
“Bring them to the VIP suite.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Padilla. I’m on it.”
After hanging up, Johnny glanced at Roxanne again. She wasn’t frowning that tightly anymore.
He pursed his lips and turned to leave without looking back, his steps as cold and detached as ever.
Maryanne seethed with rage at the sight of the ugly bandage on her hand.
As she stepped out of the treating room, she spotted Johnny walking out of a ward at the other end of the hallway.
It seemed to be the ordinary ward section.
Her heart sank, but she pulled out a perfectly delicate smile, strode forward, and linked arms with him. intimately.
“Where were you, John? I didn’t see you at first and was so worried.”
Her gaze swept over him and landed on the room number on the door behind him, seemingly casual- ly-302.
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He tilted his head to glance at her and said, his eyes falling upon the bandage. “I went to the wrong floor.”
“Oh, really?” She blinked, her voice affectedly sweet. “You’re such a dummy, John.”
When saying this, she sneered inwardly. Shrewd as Johnny, he’d never make such a silly mistake.
There must be more to it.
Not responding to her jab, Johnny asked, “Does your hand still hurt? Now that your wounds are treated, how about I take you home?”
“Alright. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Thanks, John.” She nodded with a sweet smile while memorizing the number 302 firmly.
She was determined to see for herself just what kind of vixen was in that ward, attractive enough to make Johnny stoop to setting foot in a dump like this.
They soon went back to the brightly lit Dolton’s villa.
At the sight of them, Maryanne’s mother, Rhea Floyd, hurried over.
She said loudly in an exaggerated tone, “Oh, no! Sweetie, what happened to your hand? Let me see.”
With a face etched in distress, she clutched Maryanne’s hand, though she smiled fawningly while dart- ing glances at Johnny out of the corner of her eye.
“Mr. Padilla, thank you so much for taking care of Maryanne.”
Maryanne’s father, Orson Dolton, immediately echoed, “That’s right. Thank you, Mr. Padilla, or Maryanne’s wounds might have gotten worse.”
“Don’t mention it,” Johnny replied flatly, betraying no emotion. He then turned to Maryanne. “Apply the ointment on time. Avoid getting your wounds wet for the next few days.”
“Alright. Thank you, John,” Maryanne said with a gentle smile.
He nodded, showing no intention of staying any longer. “I’ve got something to do, so I’m off now.”
By the time Roxanne opened her eyes, the sky had already darkened.
She was roused by the rich food aroma.
Slowly opening her eyes, she still felt a bit dizzy and hungry, but the sharp pain had subsided a lot.
As her vision focused, her gaze inadvertently landed on the few exquisite thermal food containers on
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the nightstand.
The logo of Vesper Restaurant caught her eye.
Seafood risotto? Spinach soup?
What was going on?
She couldn’t help but feel bewildered. Who put them here?
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Chloe’s face immediately emerged in her mind, but she quickly denied the possibility. Chloe knew she should avoid greasy food for now, given her current condition.
Could it be…
