Without hesitation, Wilfred scooped Karina up and carried her back into the room, gently placing her on the bed.

He quickly grabbed a towel, soaked it in cold water, and carefully laid it across her burning forehead, trying to bring her fever down.

As he looked at her pale and vulnerable face, his emotions swirled into a complicated mess.

Sitting at her bedside, Wilfred silently watched over her, his thoughts wandering.

He recalled Karina's usual demeanor at the hospital-her diligent work ethic, the unwavering focus she showed while treating patients. Although she sometimes seemed shrouded in mystery, her commitment to her job was unmistakably genuine.

He also thought of the times they had worked side by side in the operating room, where her calm and professional composure made her an exceptional partner. That confident woman seemed worlds apart from the fragile figure lying before him now. "Is she really as calculated as she seems?" he wondered. "Or is there something deeper-some hidden reason behind her actions?"

stirred faintly in her feverish haze, her lips trembling as she mumbled,

"Why

she remained half-conscious,

and her breathing evened out. Seeing her fever finally subside, he exhaled a small sigh

*

casting a warm glow across

check on Karina, who was still sleeping soundly. Though her face was still pale, the tight lines of pain had eased,

carefully to

table, letting her know

door closing pulled Karina from her restless sleep. She blinked groggily, her mind clouded

the memories of the previous night came flooding back, guilt and regret surged through her. Her gaze fell on the note Wilfred had left behind, and seeing his words only deepened her remorse. Determined to face the day, Karina forced herself out of bed. She quickly freshened up and hurried out of the hotel, intent on

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