Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 95: He’s Even More Handsome in Person
Nathaniel Gallagher also froze for a moment, staring at Josephine Thompson in surprise.
He was planning to find a chance to secretly meet her.
But he never expected to run into her at the hospital.
"What a coincidence?"
Eleanor Churchill and Vivian Shaw also reacted with shock, their eyes complex as they looked at Josephine Thompson.
Josephine came back to her senses, quickly looked away, and followed the doctor into the office with a sullen expression.
Vivian Shaw sneered inwardly, deliberately putting on a look of innocent surprise, "Auntie, big brother, who would have thought we’d run into... the ex-sister-in-law here?"
Eleanor felt a pang of jealousy surge through her, a trace of malice flashed across her face.
Nathaniel’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively explained, "...Eleanor, it really was a coincidence. I didn’t know she’d be at this hospital."
After a moment.
Eleanor smirked, "Nathaniel, since this is the best hospital in Northwood, it’s inevitable to run into people."
"I was afraid you’d mind."
Eleanor smiled softly at him, "How could I?"
"During the years I was in a coma, it was thanks to Miss Thompson keeping you company. I should be grateful to her."
Nathaniel felt a chill inexplicably run down his spine, "Eleanor, I’m over her; there’s no need to bring it up."
"If I knew you would wake up, I would never have married her. You know the purpose of our marriage was just to have a child."
Eleanor’s smile deepened, "I understand, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me."
After speaking.
Her fingernails dug sharply into her palm under her sleeve.
The sharp nails left a deep cut in her palm as she suppressed her anger.
As long as Josephine is alive.
Nathaniel and the child could never fully belong to her.
So, Josephine...
Must die.
Vivian Shaw smiled obediently, looking harmless, "Brother, Auntie, let’s not talk about this anymore; treating Auntie’s leg is more important."
Nathaniel also hurriedly changed the subject, "Yes, let’s wait for the doctor!"
...
Inside the doctor’s office.
The attending physician took out a new rehabilitation program, patiently introducing it to Josephine Thompson, "Miss Thompson, this is the latest rehabilitation program, using the newest techniques from abroad. It’s more beneficial for the patient’s recovery, but it will be quite costly."
"Cost is not an issue; as long as it helps my grandfather recover sooner, no price is too high."
The doctor nodded, "Alright, I’ll transfer you to this rehabilitation program."
"Okay."
The doctor quickly prepared the paperwork and prescribed some of the latest medications.
"Miss Thompson, please take this to make the payment. Once that’s done, we can start the new rehabilitation training today."
Josephine took the payment slip, "Okay, thank you, doctor."
"The new rehabilitation program lasts about 28 days per session. Given your grandfather’s condition, it will take about three sessions to recover 70-80% of a normal person’s abilities, with full self-care ability."
Josephine smiled slightly, "That’s great, thank you, doctor."
"You’re welcome."
Josephine didn’t say more and left the office with the payment slip.
At the door.
Nathaniel Gallagher, Eleanor Churchill, and Vivian Shaw were all waiting.
Seeing Josephine come out.
Nathaniel felt another pang and wanted to greet her.
Josephine looked at him as if facing a stranger, with no ripple of emotion on her face, walking past him.
"Uh..." Nathaniel opened his mouth but held back.
Forget it.
He’d find another chance to see her later, and maybe visit Master Thompson too.
The nurse came out to notify them, "You can come in now."
"Okay."
Nathaniel pushed Eleanor into the examination room.
The doctor carefully inquired about her condition and began conducting various checks.
...
Twenty minutes later.
Josephine finished the payment and returned to her grandfather’s ward.
At the entrance of the ward.
Evelyn Thorne and Julian Grant were arguing again.
"This is a hospital; can you be a bit quieter?"
Evelyn chuckled dismissively, "What’s wrong with a hospital? Can’t people talk here?"
"Please shut up; I really don’t want to hear your voice."
They were bickering.
Josephine walked over.
Julian saw her and quickly approached, "Josephine, have you finished the procedures?"
"Yes, it’s all done."
With that, Josephine opened the ward door, preparing to enter.
"I’ll go in with you to accompany grandpa."
"...Julian, you and Evelyn should stay outside!"
"How can that be? We’re here, so we should talk to grandpa."
Evelyn joined in, "I’ll go too, I’ll go too."
Josephine had no choice but to agree reluctantly.
The three entered the ward.
The old man was practicing walking on a balance machine.
"Grandpa, take a break."
"Okay."
Auntie Lena and Auntie Linton hurried forward to support him.
The caregiver unbuckled his safety belt, and the group skillfully transferred the old man to a nearby massage chair.
"Grandpa, are you feeling better today?"
The old man nodded, "Much better."
Julian Grant leaned in, uncharacteristically polite and refined, "Grandpa, do you remember me?"
The old man blinked and stared at him in a daze, "...Oh~, you’re Josephine’s classmate, right?"
Julian Grant smiled modestly, "It’s me, Grandpa. I visited you at Audenburg Hospital earlier. I didn’t expect you to still remember me."
The old man’s cloudy eyes rolled halfway around, then instinctively looked at his hairstyle.
Julian Grant still had a head of striking white hair.
Such a distinctive feature, hard for the old man to forget.
"Oh oh haha~" The old man laughed twice, not wanting to pay him any more attention.
Evelyn Thorne, lively and energetic, bounced in front of the old man, "Hello, Grandpa. I’m also a ’classmate’ of Josephine, here to see you today."
The old man was startled and looked up at Evelyn Thorne.
With just one look, the old man felt unwell all over.
Evelyn Thorne had long pink hair, bangs, and bright red lips. She wore a leopard print fur coat and a short leather skirt. On her feet were knee-high leather boots. Even more alarming were her colorful, jeweled long nails, like a goblin ready to dig out a heart.
"Uh...uh uh..." The old man was speechless, instinctively clutching his heart.
Seeing this, Josephine hurried forward to comfort her grandfather, "Grandpa, what’s wrong?"
"My chest hurts, I need to lie down."
"Oh, oh, alright."
Josephine and the caretaker quickly transferred the old man to a wheelchair, pushing him towards the bed in the hospital room.
Julian Grant glared at Evelyn Thorne in annoyance, "Look at you, not quite human, not quite ghost, you’ve scared Grandpa."
"Who are you calling not quite human, not quite ghost? You country bumpkin."
Back in the inner room.
Everyone carefully transferred the old man to the bed.
"Grandpa, be careful. Should we call a doctor to check on you?"
The old man grasped his granddaughter’s hand with concern, "Josephine, are they really your classmates?"
"Uh..., yes, Grandpa." Josephine instinctively nodded!
Actually, they weren’t.
She and Julian Grant attended the same university, but he was a year ahead of her. Evelyn Thorne studied in The Republic of Arcadia, and they had no connection at all.
However, Grandpa was a bit hard of hearing. It would take a long time to explain, so it was easier to just say they were classmates.
"Oh dear~, the two of them look like parrots that have become spirits. One’s the White-Haired Fiend, the other the Red-Haired Fiend, neither look like decent people. Josephine, we shouldn’t associate with such dubious people. Tell them to leave quickly, I feel troubled just looking at them."
Josephine smiled and comforted her grandfather, "Grandpa, they’re here out of kindness to see you, how can we chase them away? Besides, they are also here to support our family’s business."
"No way, no way, they’re too troublesome to look at, get them to leave quickly!"
At the room’s door.
Julian Grant listened to every word.
He swallowed dryly and instinctively smoothed the stray hairs on his forehead.
Could it be that his hairstyle wasn’t cool?
It was so stylish!
Uh...
Forget it, too trendy and too bad boy, the elderly just don’t appreciate it.
Next time he comes, he’d better dye his hair back to black. Otherwise, Grandpa will keep mistaking him for a delinquent.
*Buzz buzz buzz!*
Evelyn Thorne’s phone vibrated.
She quickly pulled out her phone and took a glance.
Nathaniel Gallagher had sent her a message:
"Josephine, I really didn’t expect to run into you at the hospital today. Is Grandpa feeling better? Can I come over and see Grandpa?"
After reading the message.
Evelyn Thorne looked ecstatic, hopping three feet high on the spot.
"Wow hahaha, is my idol also at this hospital? Does that mean I get to see him in person today?"
Suppressing her inner joy, Evelyn Thorne hurriedly replied:
"Sure, come on over."
"Which room are you and Grandpa in?"
Evelyn Thorne glanced at the room number and immediately sent it to him.
"Got it, I’ll be right over."
After reading the message.
Evelyn Thorne covered her face, giggling, and immediately tidied her messy hair. She walked out of the room, pretending to be a stranger, and sat on a bench in the hallway.
"Oh yeah~ let’s hope he’s even more handsome in person, hopefully not a let-down when seen for real."
"No way, the photos are so handsome; he can’t be worse in person."
She held back her inner excitement, both hopeful and nervous as she stared at the elevator door.
About five or six minutes later.
*Ding--*
The elevator doors opened.
A few nurses and patients walked out one after another, then dispersed.
Evelyn Thorne looked disappointed, couldn’t help but mutter, "Sigh~, why hasn’t he come yet? Probably has to take the next elevator..."
Just after complaining.
A tall handsome guy, well over six feet, walked out of the elevator last.
Nathaniel Gallagher was wearing a well-fitted English-style suit and a white shirt underneath. Over the suit, he draped a black trench coat down to his knees.
He was already tall, but the trench coat made him seem even taller, exuding a strong and intimidating aura.
"Oh my god..." Evelyn Thorne stared at Nathaniel Gallagher, almost fainting with excitement.
He was not photogenic at all.
In person, he was ten times more dazzlingly handsome than in photos.
Nathaniel Gallagher glanced at the signboards and strode toward Evelyn Thorne’s direction.
Every step he took felt like it was stomping on her heart, making it skip uncontrollably.
A few seconds later.
Nathaniel Gallagher reached Evelyn Thorne, politely asking, "Excuse me, is this room 908?"
"..." Evelyn Thorne gazed intently at him, smitten.
His voice was so nice, as steady and magnetic as a voice-over artist’s.
