My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 154:

As for the film crew, they were colleagues, not friends. Disturbing them over this felt unnecessary.

“No, that’s alright,” Carrie replied softly. “Since it’s not serious, I’ll just grab a cab home after the IV.”

Before she could make her exit, Nate approached again, his voice calm and steady. “Allow me to accompany you to the hospital. It’s no trouble.”

Though she appreciated his help, Carrie had no intention of deepening their acquaintance.

She shook her head. “There’s no need, Mr. Crawford. Thank you for everything tonight.”

Unfazed by her polite rejection, Nate smiled faintly. “My bodyguards got soaked tonight and seem to be catching colds. They’ll need IVs too.”

I may as well stick around. ” Nearby, a female officer who had been watching their interaction chimed in cheerfully, “1t’s always better to have someone with you. A friend can make these situations a lot easier.” Caught in a corner, Carrie forced a small smile. “Alright then. Thank you, Mr. Crawford.”

In the hospital, Carrie felt as though her body was no longer her own. Her legs trembled with every step, and she barely managed to get into the hospital bed with the support of two police officers. The medication coursing through her veins left her drowsy, but fear kept her wide awake.

Fumbling with her thoughts, she borrowed a phone from one of the officers. Ruby wasn’t in Foxfire County, and aside from Asher, the only other person she trusted even slightly in the crew was Beverly Estrada, the makeup artist. Beverly was a notorious night owl, often up scrolling through short videos until dawn.

The phone barely rang once before Beverly’s voice chimed on the other end. “Hello?”

“Beverly, it’s Carrie,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Can you come to the hospital? I… I could really use some help.”

Beverly’s tone shifted instantly, worry lacing her words. “What happened? Are you okay? Hold on, I’ll call Asher.”

“No!” Carrie interrupted, panic surging through her. “Please don’t alarm everyone. It’s not serious. I just… don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Alright,” Beverly said, her voice soft but determined. “Send me the address. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Carrie quickly texted the address before returning the phone to the officer. She leaned back, letting the nurse dab her hand with alcohol in preparation for the IV. Her skin was paper-thin, the blue veins beneath almost painfully visible. The nurse was just about to insert the needle when the door opened, and Nate stepped in, holding a plain plastic bag.

“I noticed you were in wet clothes,” Nate said, his tone kind and unhurried. “I didn’t want you to catch a cold, so I picked up something for you to change into.”

Most shops were closed at this hour, so I hope hospital pajamas will do.” His tailored dark blue suit accentuated his refined appearance, and every move he made exuded quiet confidence.

The simple gesture earned Nate admiring glances from the nurses and police officers. They whispered softly among themselves.

Nate’s lips curved into a subtle, self-assured smile. He was clearly enjoying their reactions, but his attention remained fixed on Carrie.noveldrama

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