Chapter 325 Who Are You?
The nurse looked at her in surprise for a while, then finally said, "Miss Grey, don't worry. A fever is a natural process. That's just his white blood cells doing their job to kill viruses. It doesn't affect the brain and won't impact his concussion."
Katniss didn't understand at all. She was worried that the fever would worsen his condition and wondered if he was feeling very uncomfortable.
Even if he hadn't woken up, maybe he was suffering in his dreams?
After the nurse left, she didn't dare to sleep and kept an eye on whether Tristan's fever had gone down.
By dawn, she hadn't slept all night. Apart from her eyes feeling a bit sore, she wasn't too tired.
What worried her was that Tristan still hadn't woken up.
She called the nurse again, who did a check-up.
"He's just weak, so he's sleeping longer. You can take this time to freshen up and have some breakfast. It'll be good to take care of him when he wakes up."
The nurse could tell she hadn't slept all night because she was so worried.
Katniss thanked the nurse and saw her out.
Although her mood was affected by Adelaide looking for her yesterday afternoon, and she didn't eat much, she didn't feel hungry. She propped her chin with one hand, leaning in front of the hospital bed, looking at Tristan's profile.
No matter how handsome he was, you couldn't tell with all those bandages covering his face.
He even looked a bit ugly.
As the morning light shone in and the breeze blew through the window, it dispersed some of the disinfectant smell in the room.
It blew Tristan's long eyelashes, making them tremble slightly. His brows furrowed unconsciously, and the next second, he opened his eyes.
"You're awake?" Katniss quickly got up, poured a cup of warm water, and inserted a straw. "You had a fever last night. The doctor said you'd definitely have a sore throat and wouldn't be able to speak when you woke up. Drink some water first; it'll help."
She brought the straw to his lips. He moved slightly, parted his lips, and took the straw into his mouth.
His jawline was beautiful, and his Adam's apple moved up and down sensually. She had to admit, even with half his face covered, the lower part was still very attractive.
Katniss's thoughts wandered until the cup made a sound, and she realized the water was gone.
She refilled the cup, and it was gone in less than ten seconds.
He cleared his throat and spoke hoarsely, "You didn't leave?"
"Where would I go?" Katniss put down the cup. As soon as she sat down, he raised his arm, placing his hand on her cheek, his fingers gently rubbing her brows, nose, and lips.
"Who are you?" he suddenly asked, a faint smile on his lips.
Katniss was stunned, blinking twice. Playing amnesia? "Who do you think I am?"
She decided to play along, "Who do I look like?"
"Like the mother of my future children," Tristan said bluntly.
Katniss thought, 'Why wait for future children? There's already one.'
"Answer my question, who are you?" he asked again.
This time Katniss was confused. Should she keep pretending? Does a concussion lower intelligence? Why ask the same question several times?
She raised an eyebrow and tentatively answered, "I'm Katniss."
He shook his head, accidentally pulling his wound, wincing in pain, "No, try again."
Seeing him in pain, she panicked, but he persisted with the question.
"It doesn't matter who you say you are, just don't keep shaking your head."
Tristan squinted in pain, a fine layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His fingers weakly pinched her chin, but she could barely feel his strength, only the trembling of his fingertips.
"Answer me, who are you?"
Katniss got anxious, grabbed his hand, and angrily said, "I'm your ancestor! Satisfied?"
He couldn't help but laugh, but it hurt all over.
"Dummy," he scolded, "You're Mrs. Forbes. If you get it wrong again, I'll have to punish you."
Katniss didn't expect him to wake up and not complain about pain or hunger, but to say this first.
She sat back down, gently holding his hand, "Okay, I'm Mrs. Forbes. Now, Mrs. Forbes is asking you, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
"Not very hungry, but I should eat something. You should eat too." Tristan's smile never faded.
His deep eyes never left her, filled with her.
"Indeed, even if you're not hungry, you should eat. Your body needs nutrition to recover." Katniss glanced at their intertwined fingers, knowing it was unlikely she could go out to buy breakfast.
So she called Hazel to bring two breakfasts over.
This place was only about ten minutes from White Corporation, making it convenient for Hazel to run the errand.
"At the very least, I need to recover some strength to kiss you," Tristan said seriously, his eyes earnest.
She was right in front of him, having watched over him all night, but he hadn't woken up.
He planned to eat more to regain his strength and energy. Having her around and using the night just for sleep seemed like a waste.
As he was thinking, a warm, he felt a wet sensation on his lips. Her hair brushed against his face, sending tingles down his spine.
There was a faint scent of lipstick on her lips, making him crave more. Just as he was getting into it, she ended the rare, proactive kiss.
"Kissing me doesn't require strength. I can take the initiative. Focus on recovering first. We'll talk about everything else after you're discharged."
Katniss's ears turned a bit red, the sunlight streaming into the room making her earlobes look pink and rosy.
She was worried that he wouldn't recover well here, and once he knew about Evie, he would watch over her day and night, making it even harder to rest.
Tristan, however, misunderstood, glancing down at the hospital bed. Even the VIP room bed wasn't as comfortable as the king-sized bed at home.
Probably not sturdy enough.
"You mentioned last time that once you were established at White Corporation, you had something to confess to me. What is it?" Tristan said softly, pretending everything was fine to reassure Katniss.
Katniss understood but didn't expose him, "I'll tell you once you're discharged, so take good care of yourself. I can only tell you when you're fully recovered."
"Alright, we'll talk about it after I'm discharged." He moved slightly, placing his right hand on her shoulder, "I want to hold you."
She simply took off her shoes and lay down beside him, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heavy breathing. She kissed his chin and said, "The doctor said the anesthesia on your head has worn off, and it will hurt. You can take painkillers. Should I get some for you?"
Tristan closed his eyes slightly and refused, "No need, I can handle it. Painkillers affect wound healing."
"It won't affect it too much. The entire healing period takes a month, and your wound will completely heal in at most forty days. The key is that it's too painful." Katniss added, "Leave work to Emory for now. You can't work for at least a month."
He opened his eyes slightly, looking at her sideways, "Holding you doesn't hurt. If you kiss me every five minutes, it will hurt even less."
She didn't understand why he insisted on not taking painkillers, but she couldn't just watch him suffer.
She planned to sneak some painkillers into his anti-inflammatory medication after breakfast.
Unexpectedly, the breakfast she expected to arrive in half an hour took nearly two hours.
Hazel rushed in, with some mud spots on her, probably from being splashed by a car after last night's rain.
Katniss had already gotten out of bed, knowing Tristan had no strength and didn't speak, quietly looking at each other.
Hazel suddenly burst in, her eyes red. Katniss immediately sensed something was wrong.
She got up, took the breakfast, laid it out on the table, adjusted the bed, and let Tristan eat first.
Then she took Hazel out of the room, "Did you run here?"
"No, I took a cab. I'm sorry, something happened on the way." Hazel's hands were tightly intertwined, looking guilty and distracted.
"Tell me the truth." Katniss immediately saw through Hazel's lie.
With Katniss's question, Hazel's tears fell.
She had gone to a breakfast shop near White Corporation right after Katniss called.
But she never expected to see Benjamin with another woman there.
They seemed to be on a date. The woman was a wealthy heiress, beautiful and gentle.
Benjamin, who had been acting like a different person in front of her lately, was very gentlemanly, warm, and elegant in front of that woman.
Just like the Benjamin she used to know.
She even doubted if Benjamin had a split personality.
She stood there, staring at Benjamin, until the woman noticed her and said something to Benjamin.
Benjamin turned his head and finally saw Hazel, who had been standing there for a long time.
He stared at her for a few seconds, then smirked and motioned for her to come over.
She went over, as if under a spell, standing by their table, "Benjamin."
She called out hopefully because Benjamin's eyes looked the same as before!
But Benjamin said, "Miss Adams, let me introduce you. This is a poor student I sponsored ten years ago."
A poor student.
"Just a poor student?" Nora Adams didn't believe it, "It doesn't look like it."
"Indeed, it doesn't. Maybe because I've sponsored her for too long, she has some delusions about being with me, always looking at me like this."
Benjamin smirked, turning his head, his eyes cold, and asked Hazel, "Did you follow me here? Quite bold."
Nora's eyes scanned Hazel from head to toe, finally resting on her chest, and she laughed openly, "I must say, she was alluring. Mr. White, aren't you tempted?"
"How could I be?" Benjamin discussed the humiliating topic seriously, "With Miss Adams here, I wouldn't dare."
"Actually, I'm very open-minded. I don't mind such things. After all, we're both single, and premarital sex is no big deal. It's the modern age." Nora said meaningfully, hinting that she wasn't hiding the fact that she wasn't a virgin.
Benjamin shrugged, "I don't mind either. Miss Adams, you don't need to worry too much. I just didn't want to get involved with her—she's nothing but trouble."
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