Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 565 - 295: He Came to Take Her Away 2_2

The nurse wanted to give Rebecca Quentin anesthesia and, seeing her very nervous, couldn’t help but reassure her, "Miss Quentin, relax your body, being too tense is not good for the surgery..."

Rebecca Quentin slowly relaxed her body, closed her eyes, and tried hard to think of some things that made her happy...

Once she was completely relaxed, a blazing white light shone above her head.

An anesthetic injection entered Rebecca Quentin’s body, and she gradually lost consciousness...

Rebecca Quentin awoke from the bed, eight hours later.

Eyes faintly opening beneath long lashes, she was not yet fully conscious but could see a silhouette of a tired male figure on the chair beside the bed.

It was Chester Robinson.

He leaned his head on his hand, resting his body against the back of the chair for a nap.

Rebecca Quentin, just finishing surgery, had a very dry throat and hoarsely called, "Ch... Doctor Robinson..."

At the sound, Chester Robinson awoke, stood up, and sat at the edge of the bed, grabbing Rebecca Quentin’s hand, "Are you okay?"

Rebecca Quentin slightly moved her legs, "Yeah, the anesthesia must have worn off..."

Chester Robinson quickly said, "I’ll get you a glass of water."

Rebecca Quentin timely reached out to hold Chester Robinson’s hand, her energy still somewhat weak, her pale lips hurriedly asking, "I... how did my surgery go?"

Chester Robinson directly gave Rebecca Quentin a definite answer, "Very well."

"Very well?"

Rebecca Quentin seemed incredulous.

Chester Robinson confirmed with a nod.

Rebecca Quentin’s dazed eyes fixed on Chester Robinson, "Does that mean my surgery was successful?"

"Yes."

Rebecca Quentin struggled to sit up.

Chester Robinson quickly held Rebecca Quentin, "Don’t get up, be careful of the wound on your abdomen..."

The pain made Rebecca Quentin frown; she tried to suppress her excitement, allowing Chester Robinson to help her slowly lie back down on the hospital bed, her bright eyes again uncertainly questioning, "Doctor Robinson, am I dreaming right now?"

Chester Robinson placed Rebecca Quentin’s hand into the blanket, smiling, "If I told you it’s a dream, would you believe it?"

At that moment, Rebecca Quentin suddenly took her hand out from the blanket and bit hard on the back of it.

"Ah!"

The pain made Rebecca Quentin cry out, but what followed was her jubilant scream. "It’s real, it’s real, I’m not dreaming..."

Chester Robinson looked at the two rows of red bite marks on Rebecca Quentin’s hand, unable to help but tease, "You really are like a child..."

Rebecca Quentin cried with joy for the second time today, with a sobbing tone escaping, "Doctor Robinson, thank you, thank you..."

Chester Robinson poured a glass of water and handed it to Rebecca Quentin, sitting behind her and gently supporting her body on his. He laughed lightly, "Don’t get too happy; have some water first."

Rebecca Quentin leaned against Chester Robinson and drank the whole glass of water in one go.

Seeing Rebecca Quentin’s thirsty look, Chester Robinson asked with concern, "Do you want more?"

Rebecca Quentin shook her head and asked, "Where is Doctor Abel?"

"He’s at the hotel, I’ll be inviting him to dinner later."

"Is it afternoon now?"

"Yes, six o’clock in the evening."

"He must be very tired after performing my surgery."

"Indeed."

Such complex and detailed surgery naturally leads to exhaustion.

Rebecca Quentin said regretfully, "I haven’t had a chance to thank him..."

"Leave that to me... you just need to rest well."

"No, I must thank him personally..."

"Silly girl, once you’re recovered, won’t you have plenty of opportunities to thank him?"

"Alright then, Doctor Robinson, I must ask you to convey my thanks to Doctor Abel and about the surgery fee..."

"You have a lot of concerns in that little head of yours... with my friendship with Abel, he won’t be charging you for the surgery fee."

"But..."

"No buts, just rest well. You can’t eat anything yet, but once the anesthesia fully wears off, I’ll bring you something to eat..."

The next day.

Early in the morning, Rebecca Quentin leaned against the head of the bed, energetically drinking soup.

Though she had just undergone surgery, her wound was healing well; as long as she didn’t touch the wound while sitting, she could basically bear the pain.

Chester Robinson sat at the edge of the bed, watching her gobbling down food, unable to resist teasing, "I rarely see you eating so unceremoniously..."

She had good upbringing, always eating with great elegance.

Rebecca Quentin drank the soup, saying vaguely, "I didn’t eat anything all day yesterday..."

Yes, last night when Chester Robinson brought something for Rebecca Quentin to eat, she had already fallen asleep.

"I just think you’re very cute like this."

Since he met her, she’d never been as happy as today.

In the past, every smile she showed him was always tinged with faint sadness in her eyes, despite her efforts to hide it, he could see it clearly. Only today, when she smiled, she was lively and sparkling, with no shadow or impurity in her eyes.

"Becca..."

"Hm?"

"I heard from the nurse that you kept asking her when you can be discharged."

Rebecca Quentin put down the insulated container, nodded seriously, "I want to be discharged immediately, but the nurse insists I rest at the hospital for another half month."

Chester Robinson slightly frowned, "What’s wrong, didn’t you say your sister already took Aunt Clare to Y City? What else are you worried about?"

Rebecca Quentin answered honestly, "I just purely don’t like staying in the hospital."

The hospital brought her too many bad memories; the smell made her nauseous. Unless absolutely necessary, she’s unwilling to stay in such a place for even a second longer.

Chester Robinson nodded, "Alright, if you don’t want to stay in the hospital, I’ll take you to stay at my villa for a few days until you’re recovered."

Rebecca Quentin smiled, refusing, "No need, Doctor Robinson, in a couple more days at the hospital, my body should be fine, and I can take care of myself when I go back!"

"There are servants at the villa; they can take care of you very well."

"No need..."

Chester Robinson gazed at Rebecca Quentin’s evasive and panicked face, softly smiling, "Are you scared of me?"

Rebecca Quentin quickly said, "Not at all, Doctor Robinson, I’m just used to living alone."