I Have Never Been Your First Choice novel Chapter 215

Chapter215

Looking at the hatred in her eyes, Jaxson felt a lump of wet cotton rapidly rising and falling uncomfortably in his chest.

In those few minutes of stalemate, the grip on her wrist loosened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the ambulance would be late,” he said.

He, who has always been aloof, also bowed his head to apologize and explained.

But it was all too late.

Charlotte’s eyes turned crimson, a hint of saltiness rising in her throat, she laughed, “Chest pain, stroke patients take priority in rescue, don’t you know?”

“A child who fell from a height of two meters on the second floor couldn’t wait a few minutes for an ambulance. Do they have to compete with heart attack patients? Those few minutes were golden rescue time for my dad, and you just forcefully took it away!”

She couldn’t control her emotions and was shaking uncontrollably. At that moment, she could hardly breathe, felt dizzy, and seemed like she was about

to faint.

Jaxson’s chest tightened, and he wrapped her in his arms, “Charlotte!”

She resisted his touch, pushed him away, and gradually lost consciousness, falling to the ground.”

The last thing echoing in my ears was the urgent voice of a man.

At five in the morning at the end of July, the sky outside the window had already brightened.

Charlotte opened her eyes again, and what met her eyes was the IV drip hanging by the bedside.

The familiar decor in the room and the smell of hospital disinfectant also made her realize that she was in the private hospital of the Hamilton family.

You woke up.”

The man’s low, hoarse voice rang out.

Charlotte turned her head, Jaxson sat with his legs crossed by the window reading a magazine, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, looking as if he hadn’t slept all night, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

In the past, he would have guarded her like this.

She had no idea how touched she could be.

But now she feels it’s not interesting anymore.

Charlotte was just about to sit up when Jaxson frowned and, suppressing his emotions, casually threw the magazine on the sofa beside him. He reached out and pressed her back, standing by the head of the bed and looking down at her, “You’re upset and tired, now is the time to rest.”

During the three days after Gustavo’s death, she really didn’t rest well. When she returned to Havenwood Apartments, she already felt very tired.

Her tone was not good, “Can’t I go to the bathroom?”

Jaxson’s brows relaxed, wanting to pick up the IV bottle, but Charlotte waved his hand away, “I don’t need you.”

She took down the IV boule and went to the bathroom by herself.

When she came out, she even pretended Jaxson didn’t exist, hung the IV bag back by herself, and lay down on the bed.

Jaxson kept his gaze on her face and asked, “What do you want for breakfast?”

“I didn’t eat.”

His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, his contours tight and cold, but he still took a step back.“Charlotte, I’m sorry about your father, but your body is your own. I don’t want you to torture yourself.”

Charlotte looked at him and said, ‘I don’t want to see you right now.”

She turned over, with her back to him.

Jaxson fell silent, stood for a moment, picked up the suit jacket on the sofa,“If anything comes up, give me a call.”

Charlotte closed her eyes and didn’t respond.

Jaxson also opened the door and left.

She opened her eyes only when she heard the sound of the door closing, with no emotion in her eyes

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