The doctor comes three times a day, but Clayton’s face is getting better every day, so Nicole felt that she was getting better soon.

A week has passed.

The slight tingling in the rib has also disappeared.

Her intermittent coughing had also stopped.

Clayton could carry her to the wheelchair and push her.

The two stick together almost every day, inseparable.

She was able to push a wheelchair by herself, and occasionally heard loud noises in the hospital.

Somewhat hysterical.

Especially at night.

But it seems like a hallucination.

It disappeared quickly.

Listen again, there is absolutely no, it is an illusion.

Nicole was sitting on the balcony of the ward admiring the moon, while Clayton was handling business affairs with a computer in the room.

While she admired the moon, she admired Clayton.

Clayton seemed to be able to sense her gaze, without raising his eyes, he chuckled lightly: “Have you seen enough?”

Nicole blushed, and immediately retracted her gaze and hid. But after thinking about it, if you have a certificate, you can watch it if you want.

She looked back at him with a smile: “Mr. Sloan, you are prettier than the moon.”

Clayton was accustomed to her occasional rainbow fart. He smiled lightly, rubbed his brows helplessly, and looked up at her: “Would you like to sleep?”

Nicole was still immersed in the shyness just now, and when she heard it, she thought crooked.

“I hate it, people are still sick!”

o’clock, I just asked you if you want to take a

took a deep

Don’t go too far.

not embarrassed, it

right now, Clayton is not embarrassed, the only one who is so

continue admiring the moon as if nothing had happened, but Clayton didn’t want to reveal the topic very much, so he walked over and stood behind her, pushed the wheelchair in, and whispered in her ear:

that his face was the same color as

order to ensure that she had no distractions, she immediately and firmly rejected

raised his eyebrows and

she was at a disadvantage, so she

his eyebrows, seeing through and not saying anything: “Oh? If you don’t have it, then I can do

cheek, and the warm, quiet and cold fragrance enveloped

the armrests on both sides of her with his hands, bent over, the collar

just as Clayton was about to pick her up further,

shouted

terrifying and frightening. Completely mixed the

frowned, and muttered dissatisfiedly: “Is this a hospital

his eyes dimmed a little, his thumb rubbed against his lips, bringing Kind of wicked

go

her

feeling suddenly flashed

want him

paused and touched her head: “Okay, let’s go

seemed to know what was going on with

it is an ordinary patient, is it worth him to take her

nodded with some doubts

the blanket on the side and put it lightly on her,

gently pushed her wheelchair and turned it in a different

come out, Sergio quickly lowered his

who jumped into the sea to save you. It’s called

lit up: “Sergio, Thank you for saving

the order of Mr. Sloan to Protecting you and Mr. Sloan is

in his early twenties, but he looked cold and resolute, as if he had been tempered by

a professional champion. Later, he followed Floyd and

an idea, and will also express his own opinion. But Sergio in front of him gave the impression that he was

a person. If

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