The smile on her face gradually faded, and her expression beca sowhat grave.
Jocelyn Morgan could feel his exhaustion; he must be very, very tired today.
His fatigue made her heart ache, and she loved him even more—this angel guarding humanity, with admiration and reverence in her love.
But regarding what happened last night, as his girlfriend, she really minded a lot.
She was angry because she was jealous.
To truly let go of these things might take so ti... after all, she is a perfectionist, passionate and serious about relationships.
However, she’ll strive to adjust, not affecting his mood and state, not letting it impact his work.
After all, she fell in love with a doctor, there are so things she should bear.
Under the night sky.
Ian Shelby drove ho, having explained everything clearly to Jocelyn, and felt a weight lifted from his heart.
But today was excessively tiring; sitting in the driver’s seat, holding the steering wheel, a sense of unprecedented fatigue enveloped him.
Things at work didn’t go smoothly either, unexpected situations were many.
After every surgery, he had to provide follow-up treatnt plans, hold various etings tailored for different patients.
With the hospital just starting up, many patients ca specifically for him.
So despite having other doctors in the hospital, Ian was always very, very busy.
As he approached ho, his head felt dizzy, and the streetlights in front of him started overlapping, creating multiple shadows.
Tightly gripping the steering wheel, Ian furrowed his brow and tried to regain his composure.
The car quickly entered the yard; he pressed on the brake, lowered his head against the steering wheel, and his breathing suddenly beca sowhat constricted.
He took a mont to recover.
When he opened his eyes again, Ian’s vision returned to normal.
Getting out of the car, he went ho, directly upstairs into the bedroom, and tiredly fell asleep—it was truly an exhausting day... felt like he was physically drained.
The sa night.
Jocelyn Morgan wore a headband, applied a face mask, and sat cross-legged on the bedroom sofa with her laptop.
She was writing a novel, fingers constantly tapping on the keyboard; not in the best state, but at least better than during the day.
In her novel, she wrote about a topic on trust, expressing her viewpoint, hoping to resonate with readers.
Riventhal’s night blazed with lights, the whole city brilliantly lit, bustling everywhere with traffic.
Vera Ford stood by the window of the apartnt Ian rented for her, holding a wine glass, looked at the myriad of lights, and couldn’t help taking out her phone.
Today’s news began rapidly declining in buzz by evening; now it was off the trending list.
But she saved a few photos on her phone.
Sipping red wine, she scrolled through the photos, gradually accepting the fact that she was fired.
But Vera thought, Jocelyn Morgan must also be feeling uncomfortable, right? After all, they had just started dating, and such a thing happened while their relationship was still unstable.
Writers have delicate emotions, always striving for perfection.
She smirked, downed the wine in one gulp, and felt much more relaxed.
Hmph, what she couldn’t have, Jocelyn shouldn’t be able to have either.
Another sleepless person tonight was Trevor.
He didn’t have overti, returned ho early, and read for a while to calm his emotions.
After dinner and a shower, he stood alone on the balcony, leaning on the railing and watching the moon.
He was very worried about Jocelyn’s current state.
But up till now, he had opened her Monts multiple tis, yet saw no updates from her.
Being overly concerned, his fingers involuntarily tightened around the railing.
Trevor took a deep breath; tonight’s wind could ripple the river, drop flowers, yet couldn’t blow away the sorrow in his heart.
If only he could, he’d so love to stand in front of her and give her the simplest hug.
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