Chapter 323

Cecilia nodded. "Yesterday's diagnosis said you have a mild concussion. You shouldn't be exerting yourself like this." "Whatever Alston wants to eat, just order takeout," she added. Cecilia nodded again. Alston's intent was clear—not just for wontons, but to get her out so Marian could receive a call. "Let's go check on Alston!" "And I'll drop you off on the way." ... In the hospital room, the rain poured outside. Alston waited, but Cecilia didn't return. He grunted. Wasn't she supposed to be capable of handling herself? It was just rain; Cecilia wouldn't melt. She wasn't back yet. Who knew if Cecilia was having another tryst? Alston sighed, adjusting the thin blanket on the hospital bed, visibly irritated. Less than two minutes later, Alston abruptly sat up, searching the room for an umbrella before heading out. He needed to find Cecilia. It was just wontons; she couldn't possibly be dying out there. As he took a step, the room's door swung open. Alston jumped, tossing the umbrella in