Chapter 760 How Old Are You?
"Are you okay?"
Alex was about to help her up when he suddenly realized she was only wrapped in a towel, her slender legs exposed.
He immediately turned around.
"Can you stand up on your own?"
He felt like his nose was about to bleed.
Clara held her waist. The pain was so intense that it felt like her bones were shattering, making it impossible for her to stand.
"I can't stand up, come help me."
The pain made her forget she was only wrapped in a towel.
The faucet was still running, and Alex silently chanted to himself not to look. He cleared his mind and walked over to help Clara.
"It hurts, it hurts." Even with his support, Clara couldn't stand, the pain in her hip making her break out in a cold sweat.
Gritting his teeth, Alex picked her up.
"What are you doing?" Clara asked sharply, trying to struggle, but the movement made the pain unbearable.
'Was this man planning to do something to me?' Clara's heart raced.
"I warn you, if you try anything, I'll scream, and someone will come in and beat you up, you..."
Alex placed her on the bed.
When Alex had picked Clara up, the running faucet had soaked him as well.
Alex's expression was serious, his eyes free of any inappropriate thoughts. He pulled the blanket over Clara and then turned back to the bathroom.
"Do you have any tools?"
Clara tightly wrapped herself in the blanket and was about to reach for her phone on the nightstand when she heard Alex's question. She rolled her eyes and replied, "Yes, in the living room downstairs, in the second drawer of the TV cabinet, there's a toolbox."
Alex went downstairs to get the tools.
Taking advantage of Alex being downstairs, Clara painfully got out of bed, almost falling again when she landed.
Alex came back upstairs and saw Clara slowly moving.
"Where are you going?"
Clara froze. "I'm going to the closet to change."
"Let me carry you."
Alex put down the toolbox and, without waiting for her response, carried Clara to the closet, placed her on the sofa, and then returned to the bathroom to fix the faucet.
Clara's heart was pounding.
She knew who Alex was, Gabriel's right-hand man.
She had been brushed off by Alex several times when calling Gabriel.
She hadn't expected to be seen in such a sorry state by Gabriel's assistant Alex.
Not only was it embarrassing, but she also had to worry about whether Alex had any inappropriate thoughts about her.
So she had to quickly change her clothes while she had the chance.
She wasn't wearing anything under the towel.
Clara painfully moved to lock the door and quickly changed her clothes.
By the time Alex had fixed the faucet, he was soaked.
He packed up the tools and came out with the toolbox.
Clara had just finished dressing and opened the door, and their eyes met.
Alex froze for a moment, then quickly looked away.
It was Oliver's daughter, Clara!
When he first came in, he had only seen a pair of long, beautiful legs and hadn't dared to look further. It was only now that he saw Clara's face and recognized her.
Clara looked at Alex, a bit amazed.
His wet shirt clung to his muscular body, the lines of his abs were clearly visible. Clara swallowed hard.
Clara thought in mind, 'Even Gabriel's assistant has such a good physique?'
"Miss Taylor, the faucet is fixed. If there's nothing else, I'll leave."
Alex felt uncomfortable with his wet clothes sticking to his skin. This wasn't a place to linger, especially not alone with a woman. He wanted to get out of his wet clothes as soon as possible.
So he hurriedly said goodbye to Clara.
"Wait," Clara called out to him.
Alex stopped but didn't dare look at her. Seeing her reminded him of her beautiful legs.
"Is there anything else?"
Clara's voice was pained, "I think I might have a fracture. Can you take me to the hospital?"
Alex hesitated. He had a lot of work to do.
"How about I call an ambulance for you?"
Clara's eyes widened. 'What is Alex thinking?'
"No, I'm in too much pain." Clara clung to the door frame, looking like she was about to collapse, her face pale.
"Alex, please take me to the hospital. I'm scared..." Clara's voice trembled, making it seem like she was about to cry.
Alex's heart softened. "Alright."
He was about to help Clara but realized he was soaked and would get her wet too.
"Do you have any clothes for me to wear?"
"Turn right at the third room down the hall; my dad's clothes are there. You can take a set."
Alex found his way to Oliver's closet and picked the oldest-looking clothes to change into.
"Put your clothes in the laundry basket. When my housekeeper comes back, she'll wash them and return them to you," Clara suggested, pointing to the laundry room.
Alex said, "Just give me a bag; I'll take them home to wash."
"You helped me today. Letting my housekeeper wash your clothes is the least I can do." Clara's eyes flashed.
Alex hesitated.
Clara's temper flared, "Hurry up, don't hesitate, I'm in pain."
Alex had no choice but to put his wet clothes in the laundry room and then came back to help Clara.
"I can't walk. Carry me." Clara extended her arms.
Alex focused entirely on doing a good deed, treating Clara like a patient. He carefully picked her up, moving slowly to avoid hurting her.
Clara wrapped one arm around his neck and casually placed the other on his chest.
Alex's muscles felt pretty good.
At the hospital, Alex ran around carrying Clara, helping her get admitted.
Clara indeed had a fracture after falling down, so she required hospitalization.
After handling all the paperwork, Alex went to the hospital room and saw Clara lying on the bed, crying out in pain. He suddenly found the once high-and-mighty Clara somewhat endearing.
When Clara saw him return, she immediately stopped making noise.
"These forms are here, and I've arranged for a nurse. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Alex placed the documents on the cabinet.
Clara said, "Wait."
Alex stopped, frowning slightly. He had already wasted a lot of time today.
Seeing his expression, Clara got a bit angry. 'Was Alex so unwilling to help me?'
"I'm hungry. Get me something to eat."
"Let the nurse get it for you."
"I need the nurse for something else."
"What?"
"I need to use the bathroom. Are you going to help me?"
Alex was silent.
"I'll get you something to eat." Alex quickly ran off.
Clara suddenly found it amusing. Gabriel's assistant Alex was kind of fun.
He even blushed.
How old was Alex, acting like a little boy, blushing when teased by her?
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