Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman ) novel Chapter 1245

My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1245

Apparently, he was fine with getting lectured by Ruka. “Of course. No more secrets,” he promised. Later, Silas came in with two nurses who helped change the dressing of his wound. Ruka stepped aside. When she saw how severe his wound was, she felt her heart squeeze.

The bandages were taken off, and they started putting disinfectants on the wound. Ruka crouched down and held his hand to help distract him from the pain.

Ren held her hand. He tried his best not to even flinch despite the pain. The nurses left after they changed the wound dressing. Silas said, “Miss Singed, I’ll need you to clean his upper body.”

Ruka blushed, but she nodded. “Sure. I’ll do that right away.”

Ren looked at Silas. Hey, I’m injured here. I don’t wanna get a boner when I’m injured. Even so, he was looking forward to her cleaning him.

Ruka went and prepared the stuff needed to clean Ren up. She wanted to give him the best service he could get.

She came back with a basin of water and a towel, then thoroughly wiped him off. The lady was so serious, she didn’t even get any ideas about him. Her eyes were shining with a holy light.

Ren peered at Ruka, his eyes sparkling. He looked at her beautiful eyes, her aquiline nose, and finally, her crimson lips. He felt his throat tightening up, and he gulped. “My neck next, please,” he said huskily.

Ruka quickly wiped his neck. She was an inch away from him. A smile curled Ren’s lips as he held her chin and pushed it up. He then pressed his lips against hers.

Elijah got Ruka a room to make it easier for her to care for Ren while he was down. A moment later, an important guest turned up in the ward and talked to Ren for half an hour. He was even more of a bigshot than Ren was, and Ren respected this man a lot.

One good thing that came out of this accident was him getting a month of rest before the election.

“Rest up. I’ll handle everything. You’ve worked hard.” The man in his fifties g s gave people the feeling that he was an aristocrat or royalty. His eyes glinted with wisdom and intellect.

“Your nephew’s taking over the investigation. I believe he’ll find the assassins who attacked you. We won’t let this slide, and I will clear the system of any canker. They will pay for this.”