Chapter 1951: Will He Not Misunderstand?

In the inpatient department of the high-end hospital, Coralie removed the gauze and checked her forehead. Great relief washed over her; there was no scar. She waited for Jonathan's arrival, a faint smile curving her lips. She knew his weakness; taking the initiative would bring her closer to her goal.

Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Jonathan. He must have arrived. She planned a little trick to draw closer to him. Jonathan's voice, however, was filled with apology. "I'm sorry, but I can't pick you up from the hospital today, Ms. Crawford. If you can't arrange other transportation, perhaps you could be discharged tomorrow?"

Coralie was stunned. He'd gone back on his word. Her temper flared. "In that case, forget it! I can manage my own discharge!" She hung up furiously.

She was sure he'd call back to explain; this tactic always worked. But after three minutes of silence, she realized her brother's visit yesterday had drastically changed Jonathan's attitude. Gritting her teeth, she began packing her things.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was driving Madilyn to the hospital. Madilyn initially wanted to mention her menstrual pain, but his serious expression stopped her. To her surprise, she overheard him refuse to pick up Coralie. A gleeful feeling swelled within her.

"When we arrive, have the doctor examine you thoroughly. Are you still in pain? Madam Xander said you've been overworking yourself. You need to take better care of yourself. Many of the herbs I brought are good supplements," Jonathan urged.

Madilyn nodded, her thoughts drifting. He was gentle beneath his gruff exterior, attentive in his clumsiness, revealing more of his good qualities. But was he truly uninterested in romance?

They arrived at the hospital. To make her charade believable, Madilyn went to the obstetrics and gynecology department. The doctor on duty was startled. Was Dr. Xander unexpectedly conducting a spot check? He diligently examined Madilyn, then asked her purpose.

Madilyn explained her irregular menstruation and worsening pain, requesting traditional medicine to restore balance before leaving the examination room.

"How was it? What did the doctor say?" Jonathan immediately regretted the question. It was exceedingly insensitive, given their location and the private nature of the matter.

"Everything's fine. I just need medicine to restore balance," Madilyn replied, feeling a sudden pang of regret. Would he misunderstand? This was terribly embarrassing.

"That's great. Is it traditional medicine? I can decoct it for you when we get back," Jonathan offered. He was an expert; the Queen family were major suppliers of traditional herbs in Chanaea.

"Sure. Let's go home then," Madilyn replied, no longer concerned with details. She seemed content to spend more time with him.