Chapter 20 Mr. Howard, Your Girlfriend?

In the midst of chaos, Sierra was lifted up in Eric's arms. She leaned against him and felt his warm embrace with a faint scent of masculine fragrance.
The abandoned warehouse gradually faded away...
Sierra's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she closed her eyes lightly, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"Eric." She clutched his shirt tightly and called out weakly.
Eric lowered his head to see that Sierra's face was pale.
Sierra leaned on him weakly and said, "I got hit on the back of my head. I might have a concussion."
Without delay, Eric immediately drove her to the hospital.
Sierra lay in the back seat feeling very uncomfortable. She wanted to vomit!
With one hand on the wheel, Eric made a phone call.
"Dr. Smith? This is Eric. A friend wants you to take a look at her."
"She may have a concussion."
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
...
After contacting Dr. Smith, Eric looked at Sierra through the rearview mirror and asked gently: "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
With her eyes closed, Sierra moaned softly in pain.
Her short voice sounded fragmented and broken which made men feel distressed.
"It will only be a little while before we get to the hospital," said Eric hoarsely.
In between bouts of discomforts that came over her again and again, Sierra vaguely thought: I never expected that such an assertive man like Eric could also be gentle sometimes.
When they arrived at the hospital with help from Eric’s connections, Sierra went straight into emergency care where she had some scans done. Dr. Smith took one look at them then smiled slightly: “It’s just mild concussion! Stay for two days for observation.”
Eric thanked him, and Dr. Smith looked at Sierra again with another smiley question:
“Is she your girlfriend?”
Eric replied with restraint: "She's a client, and we just happened to run into each other."
"Oh, I see!" Dr. Smith still smiled: "Eric, take the young lady to complete her admission procedures. I'll have a nurse come over later for an IV drip."
Without further explanation, Eric carried Sierra to the ward and paid for her hospitalization.
Sierra was grateful and wanted to transfer money to him, but she was too uncomfortable that she could only lie on the bed fighting against dizziness... She fell asleep in a daze.
When she woke up, the needle of the IV had been removed.
Sierra felt better. She turned her head slightly and saw through the window that it was already dusk outside.
A tall figure stood in front of the window holding his phone while speaking softly. It was Eric.
Sierra watched him quietly leaning against her pillow. Eric had a good physique. He is 186cm tall which makes him very suitable for women’s embrace! Sierra has met him several times, and even if Mr. Howard wasn't so wealthy, women who pursued him would not be few.
After finishing his call, Eric turned around and met Sierra's gaze.
She remained quiet with her small white face resting on the pillow. There was something special about this fragile beauty.
Eric felt stirred but he kept his expression calm as he asked seriously, “How much longer do you need to stay?"
Sierra blushed slightly, she whispered, “I want some water."
She thought Eric would call for a nurse, but unexpectedly he poured warm water himself. Then he walked over, sat down beside her bed, and held onto her body tightly. Sierra struggled weakly:"Mr. Howard, I can do it myself!"
Eric glanced at her. His deep eyes didn't reveal any emotions but looked quite serious. Sierra dared not argue anymore. Instead, she leaned on his shoulder, taking small sips from the cup in his hand. She couldn't tell if it was her imagination, but she felt he held onto her tighter.
Just then, the door of the ward opened.
Dr. Smith came in and saw an intimate scene inside. He smiled amiably: “How are you feeling, Miss?"