His emotions had always been steady and cold, like a machine programmed with fixed responses.
This kind of violent emotional swing–this was the first time he had ever experienced it.
It seemed like… he really didn’t want Jean to get hurt.
Carl closed his eyes briefly. There was a strange, restless irritation brewing in his chest.
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On the other side.
Jean lay unconscious on the hospital bed, her eyes tightly shut, her face as pale as thin paper.
Pain…
She could vaguely feel it–her whole body hurt. From the nerves in her brain to every inch of her limbs and bones.
It was like even her soul was being torn apart.
She unconsciously bit her lip. A flicker of pain crossed her bloodless face.
It hurt so much.
She didn’t know how much time had passed.
Gradually, the?
pain seemed to ease. She felt like she was sinking into something soft and light.
Slowly, she lost all feeling and awareness.
Jean opened her eyes on a bright morning.
The moment her eyelids cracked open, dazzling sunlight poured in.
She squinted, unable to adjust t
the brightness.
Her lips pressed together. They felt parched and cracked.
She raised her hand, her shoulder twitching slightly in response.
And then-
Footsteps sounded quickly beside her.
Carl’s cold, handsome face appeared in her field of vision.
He approached the bed, leaning down slightly, looking at her from above with his usual aloof expression.
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She stared blankly before finally confirming–yes, the man in front of her really was Carl!
Holy sht!
Who wouldn’t be scared waking up and seeing Carl’s face first thing?!
Carl was confused.
Jean’s face showed no emotion, even looked a little weak, but inside she was absolutely reeling.
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What’s his angle? What’s his motive? What the hell is he thinking? There’s no way he’s just worried about me and stayed here waiting for me to wake up… That’s completely illogical. Not Carl’s style at all. Sure, he showed a tiny bit of concern before, but mot enough to go this far. Or… is he pissed because I broke both of Secret Service’s interrogation rooms and more he’s here to settle the score?
Carl was speechless.
So that’s what she thought of him.
Heh
“I stayed here because I was worried about you,” Carl said, his face expressionless. He delivered the sentenc in a calm, flat tone, not speeding up or slowing down-
That cold face, that cold voice, paired with that sentence, made the whole thing oddly comical.
Jean’s face froze
Her eyes widened slightly, and she nearly choked on her own spit. She started coughing violently.
Her movements were a bit too intense. Her pale face flushed red from the coughing.
Carl saw her struggling and quickly reached out, gently patting her back.
Under his help, Jean gradually settled down.
Her gaze drifted down to his lon
elegant fingers. His timing had been perfect–his touch soft and careful.
What the hell! He actually admitted he was worried about me?! This is insane! This guy did a complete 180–he used to be all ‘don’t touch me, don’t talk to me‘ cold alpha mode…
What changed you? Was it the distortion of human nature, or the collapse of morality…?
Carl pressed his lips together, his expression staying flat.
This girl… the things she thinks about really are something else. Does she think like this every day?
Then again, maybe it wasn’t so bad.
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