I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 308

The worst-case scenario was that he'd just have to call the guy in for frequent check-ups.

Dr. Sterling sighed. "Fine. Whether it's hospitalization or a prescription, could the person actually in charge here give me a straight answer?"

Jorrod retracted his gaze, his expression composed as he said flatly, "I'll be admitted."

Surprised by the answer, Dr. Sterling couldn't help but shoot Sienna another glance.

The young woman remained expressionless, looking exactly like an office worker accompanying her boss to a check-up. But considering how obedient this stubborn man was acting—her casual suggestion trumping all of his earnest medical advice—it certainly didn't look like he was treating her like an ordinary employee.

By the time all the admission paperwork was finished, it was past five in the morning.

Exhaustion finally catching up to her, Sienna told Jorrod she was heading back to get some sleep.

She barely took a step before her arm was caught.

Through her sleeve, a hand loosely encircled her arm—a grip meant to keep her from leaving without causing her any pain.

Sienna looked down.

Affected by the high fever, the man's hand was exceptionally pale, with only his knuckles flushed a sickly pink.

"Will you come see me?"

Sienna's default response to Jorrod was rejection. She looked up, crashing into the man's downward gaze. His eyes were pitch-black, dark as ink, devoid of any light.

Sienna pursed her lips and changed her mind. "Tomorrow."

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Right as Dr. Sterling was about to clock out, Jorrod sought him out again.

It was about whether his back would scar.

Dr. Sterling sighed, unable to hold it in any longer. "You're worried about scarring, yet you repeatedly ignore medical advice and get it wet? You never listen. You only know to swerve after the crash, only know to chase after your wife when she's already gone. What were you doing before? Next time..."

Jorrod was simply thinking about the doctor's words.

Every time he exposed the wound to water had been unavoidable, including the injury itself. Even if he could do it all over again, he would make the same choices. The pain would eventually fade, but making the wrong choice might not give him a chance to make amends.

Underwater, he had indeed saved the wrong person. But even if he made a mistake a second time, he refused to gamble with those odds by just standing by and watching.

Jorrod lowered his eyes to his lap, squeezing the handkerchief in his hand.

Sienna had used it to wipe his sweat before she left.

The cotton fabric was soft against the skin, dyed an overall hibiscus pink. In the center was a creamy white puppy head, tilting its head with bright, beady eyes. It looked familiar, like some popular internet mascot.

Staring at it quietly, the man's expression remained unchanged.

He just stayed silent, using his long fingers to meticulously fold it twice.