Willow returned home.
Aunt Rhea was burning incense and looked up hopefully when she saw Willow return.
Willow, her face pale, shook her head.
Aunt Rhea was disappointed but only said, “Your clothes are all wet. Go take a shower so you don’t catch cold.”
Willow nodded.
She showered and took some medicine, but still caught a cold.
At midnight, Bianca called, eager to know the outcome.
Willow explained everything in her hoarse voice.
Bianca was dumbfounded. “After embracing and kissing like that, Hunter Hawke could still control himself? Willow… could there be something wrong with him physically?”
Willow said softly, “No, he seemed quite normal to me!”
Bianca was relieved and encouraged Willow, “As long as there’s nothing physically wrong with him, you can definitely win him over.”
Willow smiled bitterly.
She knew clearly that unless Hunter wanted it, she couldn’t seduce him.
After chatting with Bianca for a while, she hung up and went back to sleep. When she woke up, it was already noon the next day. Aunt Rhea wasn’t home, and the house was completely quiet.
Willow felt even worse. When she took her temperature, it had reached 103. 1F.
She forced herself up to eat something, then took a taxi to the hospital.
The hospital was crowded. After waiting an hour, her number was finally called, and the doctor prescribed an IV drip.
By the time Willow was hooked up to the IV, it was already three in the afternoon.
Exhausted from days of running around, she fell asleep on the simple chair after half an hour.
Hunter was accompanying his mother to the hospital to pick up medication. As they were about to leave, he happened to see Willow in the infusion room.
Willow was asleep.
The IV needle in her fair hand, her sleeping, delicate face somewhat pale-she looked pitiful.
Hunter’s gaze lingered for a few seconds.
Mrs. Hawke noticed her son’s attention and followed his gaze, looking pleased. “Hunter, do you know this young lady?”
Hunter said flatly, “We’ve met once.”
Mrs. Hawke told her son, “Earlier, I was trying to register at the hospital, but the documentation process has become so much more complicated than before. This young lady helped me. I didn’t realize you knew her.”
Hunter glanced at Willow again.
Willow happened to wake up just then.
When she saw Hunter, she forgot about the needle in her hand and hurriedly tried to stand up.
Immediately, the transparent IV tube turned bright red. Willow winced in pain and quickly sat back down.
Hunter couldn’t help but frown.
Mrs. Hawke had taken a liking to Willow. She said to her son, “Hunter, why don’t you stay and keep this young lady company? She looks so pitiful being sick and alone.”
Hunter was initially unwilling, but facing his mother’s gaze, he agreed.
Willow didn’t even have time to refuse.
Hunter escorted his mother to the parking lot where the driver had been waiting for some time.
After getting into the car, Mrs. Hawke couldn’t help saying, “That Miss Wright seems quite nice! Hunter… in two more years you’ll be thirty. If you meet someone good, you should settle down.”
Hunter stood with his hands in his pockets, a meaningful smile on his face.
-If his mother knew Willow was Grant Caldwell’s ex-girlfriend, would she still be so enthusiastic?
Mrs. Hawke couldn’t force him, and she sighed inwardly.
Hunter returned to the infusion room where Willow sat lost in thought.
Hunter admitted to himself that he liked Willow’s body, especially those fair, slender legs-holding them would be quite arousing.
But it stopped there.
He only wanted to engage with her body, not with her life.
Hunter sat down beside Willow and asked coldly, “How many bottles left?”
Willow hadn’t expected him to really come back. Not daring to offend him, she answered softly, “Just one more bottle, then I’m done.”
Hunter said nothing, lowering his head to handle work matters on his phone.
Willow couldn’t find an opportunity to speak. Her physical discomfort depleted her energy, and she soon fell asleep again.
In her hazy state, she seemed to hear Hunter talking with the nurse, and then felt a coat being placed over her legs, covering all of her exposed skin.