Falling for My Contractual Wife (Grace and Brian) novel Chapter 620

"The wound is quite deep, but it's not fatal. He has to stay in bed and recuperate for the next few days. He can't eat anything when he wakes up..."

Grace carefully noted down the doctor's instructions.

She went to the nurse and changed to a VIP ward. Someone as pampered as Brian definitely would not want to share a ward.

After changing the ward, Grace sat by his bed and looked at his sleeping face with mixed feelings.

She took out her phone and returned the plane ticket she bought today. She propped her elbows on the side of the bed and unknowingly fell asleep.

When Brian woke up, it was dark outside. The lights in the room were very dim. He moved his neck and saw Grace sleeping on the side of the bed.

The corners of his lips curled up gently. He reached out his fingers and caressed her earlobe, feeling extremely satisfied.

Grace felt someone rubbing her ear. She shrunk her neck and woke up after a while.

Her vision was a little blurry as she rubbed her eyes. "You're awake?"

"Does your wound still hurt? Does it hurt anywhere?"

Her expression of concern for him before she was fully awake melted his heart instantly.

He was stunned. After a while, he said in a miserable tone, "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt? Your wound?"

Brian nodded. "It hurts. Now that the anesthetic is gone, it hurts..."

He frowned, and there was no trace of acting on his face. It was as if he was really enduring great pain.

Grace asked nervously, "Then... then what should we do?"

Brian frowned. He thought about it seriously and said, "Why don't you blow on it for me?"

Grace was speechless.

Her mind was automatically fantasizing about that scene, and her gaze subconsciously landed on his abdomen.

Brian sounded even more pitiful. "It hurts..."

"...Then, I'll try and blow on it for you."

Brian continued acting and looked at her pitifully. "But what if it still hurts?"

Grace asked suspiciously, "Does it really hurt?"

"It's such a long knife and it stabbed in entirely." Brian gestured with his hand.

Grace thought about it and agreed. After all, the anesthesia had worn off.

"Then what should I do? How about I go to the nurse?"

"It's so late. Aren't the nurses asleep?"

Grace pursed her lips. "Then what exactly do you want?"

Brian looked aggrieved. "Do you find me annoying?"

"Huh? I'm not."

"Then come to bed."