CHAPTER 114: CHAPTER 114: YOU CAN’T FEEL PAIN

Sophia tugged at the corners of her lips and walked in.

"Why are you just arriving now?" Zane still wanted to ask if she was delayed by something or if something happened.

But before Zane could finish, she said flatly, "Mom called several times, call her back later."

After speaking, she handed the phone back to Zane.

"Sophia." Zane took the opportunity to hold her hand.

"I’m sorry to bother you all..." Beau shifted to the side, perhaps pulling at her wound, she let out a "hiss—".

"Careful." Zane frowned, watching her but didn’t step in to help.

Beau gritted her teeth, her hands clutching the bedding tightly, her head lowered, and tears fell like broken kites onto the sheets until they darkened and disappeared.

"You guys should head back, the anesthesia and stitching will be fine..." She frowned deeply, looking fragile and delicate like a weak, literary character.

The nurse squatting by her side was tending to the wound, and at this time, the doctor arrived as well.

Beau clutched the sheets tightly, lay back down, her face pale and weak.

"Let’s start stitching." The nurse said.

Beau turned her face away in fright, reaching out to grab something,

Sophia stood beside Zane, reached out her hand, and held Beau’s hand.

Zane was stunned by her action, but his mood improved even more.

Beau felt the strength and softness in the hand, and she didn’t let go, instead clutching tighter.

It was unclear where she found the strength to grip Sophia’s hand so forcefully.

Sophia frowned, reflecting on what Faye Ellison had said, which she had barely believed before, but now she believed completely.

Thinking of this, she gave Zane a side-eye.

Zane frowned innocently: What does this have to do with me?

He carefully took Sophia’s hand, gently caressing the back of her hand with his fingertip, offering silent comfort.

The nurse beside them glanced at the three, her eyes suddenly brightened, but her face turned awkward.

The stitching went very smoothly.

After taking the medication, Beau fell asleep.

Sophia and Zane exited the room, gently closing the door.

"I’ve arranged for a caregiver, but there are many people right now, it’ll take a while before they can make it," Sophia glanced at her phone, "I’m a bit hungry, you stay here, I’ll get you some food."

After Sophia said this and was about to leave, Zane caught her by the wrist.

"I’ll go buy it, you’ve been running back and forth a lot, and it’s been hard on you, I’m not suited to go right now." Zane took a glance at the door.

Sophia refused, "The caregiver hasn’t come yet, if she wakes up it won’t be convenient, and my aunt arranged for someone to come to check on her whom I don’t know, so it’s better if you’re here."

"Then let her wait a bit, after all, the stitches are done, if it hurts, let it hurt for a while, you shouldn’t be in pain." Zane gently held her hand.

"I’m not in pain." Sophia didn’t notice that her face was already flushed.

There were so many people in the hospital, saying such things now felt embarrassing.

"You’re so jealous, isn’t your little heart aching?" Zane leaned forward slightly, following her gaze, looking at her shy appearance.

He thought that the clothes he was wearing that held Beau earlier could be discarded tonight.

Sophia bit her lip and snickered.

"Silly thing!" Zane tapped her nose.

For a moment, she seemed to feel how important Zane was, especially after Faye Ellison said that.

She felt if Zane were taken away, her heart would surely be in agony.

Love is subtle, and her affection for him seemed to thicken gradually, slowly transforming into an inseparable love, where she couldn’t tolerate anyone giving him even a single glance or gesture.

And the impression Zane gave was that he only had eyes for Sophia.

That was enough.

Sophia didn’t mind so much, and assuredly said, "You just stay here, you’re more familiar, and it’ll be easier to communicate with her parents if anything happens."

Zane could only agree with difficulty.

He pinched her cheek, loving this woman even more, ignoring others watching, he leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"I’ll wait for you to come back, don’t stay away too long." Zane.

"Got it."

Sophia gently pushed him away, covered her lips, glanced around worriedly in case someone saw, and hurriedly turned to leave.

He chuckled softly, watching her leave.

He returned to the ward, quietly waiting on the sofa.

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After getting the takeout, she returned to the ward and saw Faye Ellison again.

He too had a takeout in hand.

Earlier he was in too much of a hurry to chat, now in the hall waiting for the elevator, he finally had a chance.

"Brother Faye Ellison, do you also have family admitted here?" Sophia had sweat beading on her forehead.

Faye Ellison turned his head to look at her and smiled lightly, "During New Year, Mom also came back, Grandma was so happy, her blood pressure suddenly spiked."

"Looks like I should make time to visit Teacher Hale."

"You’re welcome anytime."

"By the way, how do you know Beau?" Sophia.

Faye Ellison wanted to pat her head but withdrew his hand immediately, "I’ve heard a little about her."

Sophia was momentarily dazed and then chuckled softly.

The elevator doors opened, and the two walked in together.

It was meal time and very crowded, Sophia was squeezed inside, holding the takeout in both hands, feeling a bit constrained.

A chubby person walked in, and those in front stepped back, Sophia also stepped back, accidentally stepping on the shoe of the man behind her.

"Sorry." Sophia stepped back, almost losing her balance.

Faye Ellison reached out, held her arm steady, and immediately withdrew his hand, "Watch out."

She was momentarily dazed, thinking instantly of Zane.

She squeezed out a small smile, stabilized herself, and moved aside, politely yet awkwardly avoided him.

Faye Ellison didn’t mind, appearing natural.

The elevator doors opened, the two walked out together, Faye Ellison blocking the man behind, once outside, they parted ways.

Sophia let out a sigh of relief and quickly walked toward the ward, "..."

Back in the ward.

Zane was still leaning against the wall, frowning, watching the woman murmur on the bed, listening quietly with his phone in hand, calling her parents.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the gaze from the doorway, and turned to look over.

Sophia walked in, placing the takeout on the nearby table, and when passing by him, she vaguely saw the faint lipstick mark on his collar.

She avoided his gaze, her panicked heartbeat disrupting her thoughts.

Zane saw her walk in, immediately went over to help, completely unaware of the mark on his clothes.

Did the lipstick mark get on there just like that?

She tugged fiercely at his shirt, questioning, "What were you doing just now?"

Zane realized the mark on him, his eyes darkened, biting the inside of his cheek.

Just now, he had pushed her in a wheelchair, taking her to the restroom, without even holding her, and now this mark?