Aiden Shaw looked down at Tiana Thorne, who was being carried past him by the nurse, his eyes as vast and profound as the starry sky.
"Fourth?"
Aiden Shaw withdrew his thoughts, raised his head to look at him, his gaze gentle: "Ian Jarvis said you were here."
Ian Jarvis is the head of surgery at the Azurea City Central Hospital and had received a call from Julian Ford, saying an ambulance was to pick up two people who had fainted from heatstroke and bring them to the hospital, ergency room.
"I just went to the hospital to re-bandage my wound," Aiden Shaw continued.
Julian Ford’s almond-shaped eyes slightly lifted, beautiful and devilish, his voice as hoarse as ever: "Fourth, since you’re here, keep an eye on her for , will you?"
Aiden Shaw narrowed his eyes slightly: "What happened?"
"Tiana Thorne and her agent got trapped in an elevator, a nerve-wracking two hours. She called on Big Brother for help; we ca over together," Julian Ford said nonchalantly, with a devil-may-care attitude, as if he didn’t care at all about Tiana Thorne’s life or death.
Aiden Shaw caught the key point in that sentence.
She called on Big Brother for help.
Inexplicably, he rembered what Jesse Rivers had said.
Is Tiana Thorne really dating Big Brother?
Julian Ford noted his deep-set eyes, too profound, the gleam so azure that it obscured the most genuine emotions.
After a mont, he pursed his lips: "Where’s Big Brother?"
"redith injured her foot rescuing them; he’s with her," Julian Ford replied.
It seems the Fourth really has no interest in Tiana Thorne, as he said.
This hurt hand, for Aiden Shaw, was not worth it.
If it was for him, his life-bound person would either be his wife or his sister.
Yet, for him, it was worthwhile; he lightly curled his lips, and his almond eyes at this mont were even more alluring than peach blossom eyes, smiled slightly: "I’ll leave her to you, thanks."
This thank you was for his rescue in the bamboo grove.
"Handle the aftermath; it’s best not to let everyone know about this," he added.
"Rest assured, redith has already taken care of it; I’m just waiting for the results," Julian Ford replied casually.
"Hmm."
Aiden Shaw turned and glanced at the ambulance parked at the entrance, his footsteps swift, seemingly more hurried than usual.
Julian Ford’s eyebrows furrowed gently, murmuring in his heart: Little sister, you must be safe and sound.
The three receptionists watched Aiden Shaw leave, their six eyes full of admiration.
They must have accumulated a fortune in their previous lives to see such outstanding n twice in one day.
The famous Mr. Shaw...
Maxim Ford...
No longer just figures from magazines, but standing right in front of them.
And now, the man sitting on the sofa with his legs comfortably crossed, exuding a dangerous air that made their hearts tremble.
Although they didn’t know who he was, his aura, his appearance, was simply extraordinary.
This Tiana Thorne, her luck is incredible...
She can’t help but rise to fa.
They also noticed that the Ford family’s eldest daughter, redith Ford, was truly beautiful, her every move filled with an arrogant fire, so haughty it was uncomfortable yet no one dared to say much more.
Because she was simply extrely beautiful.
...
After boarding the ambulance, Aiden Shaw sat next to Tiana Thorne.
The redness on her cheek gradually faded, returning to normal appearance, her dark hair damp with sweat, vulnerable like a declawed cat, lying obediently.
His gaze held a layer of blue mist, unperturbed, yet seeing her hands seeping with red, frowned slightly.
In her haze, Tiana Thorne caught a faint whiff of orchid musk, an elegantly cold scent, noble and serene...
The sandalwood fragrance had dissipated.
Aiden Shaw saw her lashes quiver slightly, his deep voice intoxicating like a fine wine: "Awake?"
His gentle voice pulled Tiana Thorne from a bottomless abyss.
She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred, unable to clearly see the man’s figure beside her, faintly feeling it was familiar.
Her breathing was tight, wanting to move, but found she lacked the strength.
Observing her delicate and weak face, Aiden Shaw’s voice was faint: "You’re running a high fever; I suggest you don’t move."
Tiana Thorne looked at him, her usually alluring mischievous eyes filled with a hazy mist, like an abandoned pet, sowhat pitiful.
Aiden Shaw was about to move his gaze when she softly spoke: "My benefactor..."
Aiden Shaw was slightly stunned.
Benefactor...
Tiana Thorne licked her lips, making a sound like a wounded kitten, soft and endearing, frail beyond words: "My benefactor, I feel awful, take ho."
Aiden Shaw was taken aback, hearing her hazy, dependent, and sowhat coquettish voice clearly.
At this mont, he realized she wasn’t referring to him.
It was rely the delirium of her awakening from a nightmare, murmuring a few words before falling back into sleep.
Aiden Shaw, rarely moved to emotion, felt a ripple within.
Hospital.
Tiana Thorne felt sore and powerless all over, as if she had been beaten to a pulp.
It hurt so much.
Opening her eyes, she noticed the dim light of the room, casting a glow on the man’s body, sparkling; he didn’t lift his head, but she still knew who he was.
Old Fourth of the Shaw’s!
Aiden Shaw, hearing a noise, looked over at her.
Their eyes t, and Tiana Thorne was vulnerable for a mont before her sly smile appeared, her voice sultry and hoarse: "Brother Aiden, long ti no see~"
Aiden Shaw’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, recalling her mistaking him for soone else in the ambulance; it was like seeing two different people.
"Feeling better?"
Tiana Thorne licked her lips, her weary voice inexplicably devilish: "Thirsty."
Aiden Shaw poured her a glass of water, brought it to her bedside.
Tiana Thorne’s eyes twinkled: "Let Brother Aiden feed ~"
Aiden Shaw: "..."
He adjusted the hospital bed with one hand and handed the cup to her, his voice cold and clear: "Drink it yourself."
Tiana Thorne: "..."
Truly a man devoid of romantic sensibility.
She moved slightly, finding her hands indeed sore, frowning delicately, like a tearful flower: "Mr. Shaw, there’s a disposable spoon; I’m really weak..."
She wasn’t lying, because five minutes ago, the nurse checked on her and took her temperature; it had risen again—this ti, thirty-eight point nine degrees. She feared she might burn herself into a fool.
In the end, Aiden Shaw took out a spoon from the drawer next to the bed and fed her water.
After drinking a few sips, Tiana Thorne shook her head, her charming eyes smiling: "Brother Aiden, actually, you’re a very gentle person."
Aiden Shaw’s expression froze, as if he hadn’t expected her to say that.
Little temptresses usually assud it was his blessing, didn’t they?
Tiana Thorne was a person whose words didn’t match her heart, saying one thing while thinking another.
Taking care of a little vixen—Old Fourth of the Shaw’s was truly blessed, perhaps guiding her to ascend into the immortal ranks one day, rembering his kindness, awarding him a small celestial position, to massage her legs and shoulders in his daily routine.
Tiana Thorne, with a pitiable look: "Since you’re a good person, could you do good till the end, send Buddha to the west, and take to the restroom; I need to go urgently."
Aiden Shaw’s voice was low and detached, almost unfeeling: "I didn’t save you."
Tiana Thorne was slightly stunned: "How could that be?"
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