Chapter 1337:
Linsey threw up her hands in a rush, desperate to set the record straight. “That’s not it at all. I’m no doctor. I just happened to stop by for some medicine.”
A look of confusion flickered across Lowell’s face as his brows knit together.
Without missing a beat, the bodyguard standing nearby firmly replied, “That’s a lie! When we came in, she was preparing medicine.”
An overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over her. She didn’t know how to clear things up with these people.
Back when she had entered the pharmacy, the shopkeeper had been nowhere in sight. Worry took over, so she dove right in and began preparing medicine herself. That, of course, led the bodyguards to jump to the wrong conclusion about who she was.
It was all one big misunderstanding.
She wanted to clarify everything, but Lowell had already reached for the doorknob, pulled it open, and stepped aside, gesturing for her to head inside.
“It makes no difference to me if you are a doctor. Since you know how to prepare medicine, you must know how to cure people,” he said flatly.
“But—” Linsey tried to explain further.
Lowell’s expression hardened as he interrupted her, saying, “Don’t forget. Your fate is tied to the boss. If he survives, you do. If he dies, so will you!” He gave her a firm push toward the room, guiding her all the way to a broad bed.
She let her eyes adjust, finally spotting the man lying motionless.
Most of his face was hidden beneath a silver-gray mask, though his strong jaw and sharp features still managed to stand out.
Although he was half-concealed, everything about him—from his tall silhouette to the air of authority around him—marked him as both young and impossibly good-looking.
“Can you tell me what happened to him?” she asked, her attention fixed on Lowell.
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He answered honestly, “Our boss attended a banquet. After he drank something strange, his face turned bright red, and he kept talking about feeling hot, almost delirious with agitation…”
That explanation left her quiet. She moved to the bedside, knelt down, and stretched out her hand, hoping to check his symptoms.
Just as her fingers reached for him, his strong hand shot out and gripped her wrist, nearly crushing it.
Pain twisted across her face as she stared at the stranger stretched out on the mattress.
That man showed no sign of waking, his eyes pressed firmly shut against the world.
Lowell acted without hesitation, rushing forward to pry her wrist from the man’s iron grip. He explained in a steady voice, “You don’t have to be frightened. He’s always on guard. He hates when anyone gets close. That reaction’s just habit.”
She massaged the angry red marks on her skin, biting back a complaint. What sort of person stayed on high alert, even while knocked out?
The sight of those uniforms and all the weapons did nothing to calm her nerves, making her suspect they might be gang members.
