In her thoughts, the man walked closer.
At this mont, Tiana Thorne was focused on that surgical knife and didn’t notice the person approaching from behind, she squinted and smiled gently: "Dr. Caldwell, this knife holds great significance to , can I have it? Or I can buy it if that’s more convenient for you?"
Such polite words made it difficult to refuse.
But...
After all, that surgical knife was hers, she had used it for many years and it felt just right. To suddenly give it away, she felt sowhat reluctant.
"Miss Thorne, could you tell what you plan to use this knife for?" Dr. Caldwell asked.
"You use it to save lives, I just want to take it back and cherish it."
Knowing the truth, May Sloane couldn’t help but cough.
To put the man on a pedestal.
One really wonders who in this world would be lucky enough to be Tiana’s boyfriend, and then be doted on by him.
"Give it to her."
Suddenly, Aiden Shaw’s voice, like shattered jade in celestial music, clear and solitary, ca from behind.
May Sloane shuddered in fright, turned around, and saw Aiden Shaw’s handso visage: "Fourth Master."
Tiana Thorne looked back at him, her brows curved, her smile light, revealing two small dimples, very charming: "Fourth Master, you’re here."
May Sloane looked at her with so confusion, why did it feel like Tiana was being especially cordial to the Fourth Master today?
"Yeah."
His voice seed to spill from his throat, deep and rich, and very pleasant to hear.
Dr. Caldwell didn’t linger any longer, returned to the office, placed the surgical knife in a finely crafted box, then brought it out and handed it to May Sloane.
May Sloane accepted it: "Thank you."
"You’re welco."
Tiana Thorne’s gaze fell on the surgical knife for a long ti before she said, "Let’s return to the ward."
"Alright."
Just as she was about to push the wheelchair, Aiden Shaw’s cool voice ca: "Go back and rest, prepare for the press conference three days from now."
May Sloane: "..."
As expected of a capitalist, even when Tiana is like this, the press conference cannot be delayed.
"Yes, Fourth Master."
May Sloane greeted Tiana Thorne again, handed her the surgical knife, and then left.
Tiana Thorne leaned back in her chair, playing with the box, and gently asked: "Why did the Fourth Master co?"
Aiden Shaw didn’t answer, but asked in return: "Did your agent tell you?"
"Fourth Master, don’t forget, I’m a doctor." Tiana Thorne denied it.
Aiden Shaw looked down at her, seeing only her long hair as dark as ink, her curled and dense eyelashes, a slightly upturned nose, and skin as delicate as porcelain, excessively exquisite.
He withdrew his gaze and looked down the corridor: "What are your thoughts?"
Tiana Thorne laughed playfully: "Of course, to thank you."
Aiden Shaw: "Why?"
She didn’t answer him or speak again until they reached the ward: "I’m here, isn’t the Fourth Master going back?"
He bent over, wanting to help her onto the bed.
Tiana Thorne refused: "I’ll sit for a while, I’ve been lying down all day and I ache all over."
He withdrew his hand and sat on a chair nearby, still within a comfortable distance from her.
Tiana Thorne noticed he hadn’t left yet, her beautiful fox-like eyes squinted slightly, looking intently at his handso, cool face.
She leaned back in the wheelchair, a slightly mischievous smile on her lips, lazily started: "Did Aiden suspect all along that I would find out about my condition, so you ca to check on out of caution?"
He didn’t speak, his profound brows and eyes still silent.
"Seems like I’m right." Tiana Thorne smiled and curved her lips, adding: "Aiden has great confidence in my dical skills."
"Aren’t you upset?"
Tiana Thorne licked her sowhat dry lips: "There are too many things in life that don’t go as wished, why should I be upset?"
"Because it took away your chance to be a mother."
Aiden Shaw’s words were indeed devoid of romance, sharp and piercing to the heart, yet if she was an ordinary woman, she might have cried beautifully, but she wasn’t.
She lightly raised an eyebrow: "That’s why I said, thank you."
His deep eyes showed a hint of doubt.
"If not for Aiden’s fine wine, I’d still be unaware of being drugged, but now that I know the truth, the one who poisoned will pay for what they did, so why should I be sad?"
Her voice was quite carefree, her smile faint, but her eyes were somber and cold.
Aiden Shaw: "You don’t like children?"
Though it was a question, his eyes were firm, certain that she didn’t like them.
Tiana Thorne’s smile was roguish, she licked her lips again, deliberately teasing him: "Does Aiden want to know better?"
He didn’t speak, got up, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to her.
As Tiana Thorne took the cup, she heard him slowly say: "Miss Thorne, take good care of yourself."
After speaking, he stood tall.
Perhaps because she was sitting, he seed taller and more imposing than usual, the faint orris musk mixed with a unique cold fragrance assailed her senses, light yet inexplicably intoxicating.
Tiana Thorne rubbed the cup, enjoying the comfortable warmth, gently curving her lips: "Of course, I have to take care of myself, so those who hard all pay the price, right?"
"Yes."
His deep voice remained as captivating as ever.
Tiana Thorne drank the entire cup of warm water before asking: "The Fourth Master sent May away, could it be that you plan to stay and personally take care of ?"
He didn’t answer, which was as good as acknowledgnt.
Aiden Shaw placed the cup on the bedside table and noticed the surgical knife in her hand: "Why do you want this surgical knife?"
She smiled, saying: "A girl’s heart, Fourth Master shouldn’t ask, rest assured, I won’t use this knife on you."
"Want to sleep?"
Tiana Thorne nodded, blinking: "Yes, it’s hurting again."
Aiden Shaw helped her onto the bed and tucked her in.
After lying down, Tiana Thorne looked at his deep, handso face and politely said: "Actually, I don’t need anyone watching over . If you’re tired, you should go rest."
"Sleep, I won’t leave."
His voice was low, without any hint of coaxing, yet, at this mont, it surprisingly gave her a sense of peace.
Her body was too exhausted to speak further, she flashed a light smile and then closed her eyes.
Aiden Shaw was slightly dazed by her smile, gentle, soft, stable, sweet...
Real to an extent, at least a smile he had never seen before.
Tiana Thorne didn’t fall asleep as quickly, she thought about who might have drugged her, and in the end, her biggest suspect was her foster mother, Whitney Lynch.
It seems, a visit to the Thorne family is necessary.
Aiden Shaw, true to his words, didn’t leave and stayed by her bedside.
Tiana Thorne listened to his breathing, like a lullaby, slowly, sleepiness overwheld her, and soon, she was lost to dreams.
Aiden Shaw’s phone vibrated, it was a ssage from Joyce Hughes on WeChat.
He was just about to open it when, at the sa ti, explosive news about Tiana Thorne broke out.
Aiden Shaw’s eyes took on a deeply inscrutable expression.
The entertainnt industry was about to stir up again.
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