Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 478

Whitney held Wallace's gaze for a long moment before releasing his hand. In a soft voice, she muttered, "Thank you."

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Was it just me, or was the air between them a bit too tense?

I hurried to her side, my steps quick. "Let me help you to the bathroom. I don't want you fainting again."

She nodded, leaning on my arm for support as we walked slowly, step by careful step.

Whitney was still weak, her head swimming.

I helped her back into bed.

At that moment, the servant brought breakfast. I turned to Wallace with a polite smile. "Dr. Mervin, you must be tired. Please eat something and rest in the guest room afterward."

"Thank you, Mrs. Bolton," he replied. "Here's the prescription for Ms. Sander. You can have the medicine prepared according to it, but she should wait until her cold is gone before starting the herbs."

"Understood."

I sat beside Whitney, feeding her spoonful by spoonful. She ate without protest, each bite taken as I offered it.

I gently wiped her lips with a napkin and touched her forehead. "You're still running a slight fever. Rest for now. We'll need to give you another IV this afternoon."

Whitney nodded and shot Wallace a quick glance. "Thank you, Dr. Mervin."

Wallace set his bowl down, and wiped his lips, "It's nothing, really."

With Whitney's condition stabilizing, I felt a sense of relief.

She took her medicine, and sleep quickly overtook her. Wallace rose to leave. "Ms. Sander, take a rest. I'll be at the Bolton Residence for the next couple of days. If anything comes up, don't hesitate to call."

"Okay."

Whitney watched him leave, her eyes lingering as if she had something to say but then hold it back.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

She shifted her gaze away from Wallace and gave me a faint smile. "Nothing."

When she closed her eyes, I quietly shut the door behind me.

I led Wallace to the guest room and casually asked, "Dr. Mervin, since you're familiar with holistic medicine, would you mind checking my pulse too?"

Since he was someone Carter trusted, I felt completely comfortable asking.

I hadn't eaten properly in days, and I was worried about the baby.

"Of course," he said.

We sat at the stone table in the garden. I placed my arm on the table, and his cool fingers rested on my pulse.

A few moments passed before he pulled his hand away. I couldn't help myself. "So, what did you find?"

"Mrs. Bolton," Wallace began, his voice calm and steady, "your digestion seems a bit weak. It could slightly affect the baby's absorption of nutrients, but don't be alarmed. With proper care and a balanced diet, everything will improve. The baby is completely healthy."

His reassurance felt like a weight lifting from my chest.

Just then, Alisa passed by, her footsteps soft against the polished floor. I called out to her with a smile. "Alisa here is pregnant too. Dr. Mervin, why don't you check her pulse as well?"

Alisa hesitated, her expression shifting almost imperceptibly. "Aunt Chloe, that's really not necessary. My baby is fine."

"It's no trouble at all," I said, brushing off her concern. "Dr. Mervin is an excellent physician. A quick pulse check won't hurt."

Wallace remained composed, his eyes steady as he looked at her. "There's nothing to worry about, ma'am," he said with quiet confidence.