Chapter 1249 Fainting
Randy noticed the tissue was completely soaked with blood. "Press the towel against it while I get some fresh tissues," he said, striding across the room with his long legs to retrieve the tissue box from the coffee table.
"Okay!" Stella obediently held one hand over her nose while pressing the towel against the back of her neck with the other.
She removed the bloodied tissue from her hand. The bleeding continued but seemed less severe now—just a trickle. Randy immediately replaced it with clean tissues, instructing her to keep applying pressure while he returned to the bathroom to rinse the towel in cold water again.
After all the commotion, the nosebleed finally stopped. Randy's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as he glanced at the blood-stained tissues in the wastebasket.
"With this heat, try to stay indoors during the day to avoid another nosebleed," Randy said, half-scolding as he got up to return the towel to the bathroom.
"Fine!" Stella replied absently, pouting as she rubbed her nose and couldn't help muttering under her breath, "What does the weather have to do with it? It has absolutely nothing to do with the weather! It's all your fault!"
Beauty really was dangerous! Thank God no one else was home and Randy had no idea what was really causing her nosebleeds, or she'd die of embarrassment.
Lost in thought, she didn't notice Randy emerging from the bathroom. His busy ministrations had loosened his bathrobe even more, the collar gaping wider. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, honey-toned skin stretched over taut, flowing muscle lines, each abdominal muscle clearly defined.
Before Stella could react, Randy cried out in alarm, "Your nose is bleeding again!"
Another frantic scramble ensued. Within mere minutes, Stella had suffered two nosebleeds over the same man.
Looking at the mint tea Randy offered her, Stella forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "I don't feel unwell otherwise, so I don't need the mint tea. I think—I think you should change out of that bathrobe."
Otherwise, she'd definitely end up in the hospital for a blood transfusion from excessive blood loss. Fortunately, in his panic, Randy had remembered to tighten the bathrobe's belt, or her nosebleed would probably still be flowing.
Rather than drinking mint tea to calm down, it would be more effective if he'd stop parading around in front of her in that heart-stopping physique.
Randy glanced down at his bathrobe. "What's wrong with my bathrobe?"
Seeing his utterly clueless expression, Stella found herself tongue-tied. Her gaze fell on the bloodstains on his robe, and she stammered, "There's—there's blood on it! You need to change immediately."
Randy followed her pointing finger and indeed spotted a tiny bloodstain on the hem of his bathrobe. He shrugged dismissively, "Must have gotten on there by accident. It's no big deal—just a little spot. I'll have the housekeeper wash it later."
"It is a big deal!" Stella couldn't stand him lounging around in that bathrobe any longer. She stood up and pushed him toward the closet, "I can't stand seeing blood. Change out of that bathrobe right now! Hurry up."
Assuming she was simply squeamish about blood like most girls, Randy didn't argue further. He set the mint tea on the nightstand, opened the closet, selected a white casual outfit, and headed to the bathroom.
Stella collapsed onto the bed as if all her strength had been drained, staring at the closed bathroom door with immense relief. Thank goodness she'd held back—she'd almost thrown herself at him.
This was killing her.
But when Randy emerged sporting a tousled side-part hairstyle and wearing the white casual outfit, her nose erupted in a geyser of blood once again.
Randy's sculpted features looked as if they'd been carved by a master craftsman. His elongated eyes weren't narrow, his lashes casting shadows at the corners where light played like ripples on a clear, bright pond.
Though he and Charles were identical twins, their styles were completely different. Unlike Charles's rigid, formal dress code, Randy preferred casual wear except during performances. Like now, in his white casual t-shirt and shorts that showed off his perfectly proportioned long legs, he looked nothing like a twenty-seven-year-old man—more like a college freshman.
Sunny, handsome, warm.
Stella had seen plenty of guys like this on D University's campus, but none had been this devastatingly attractive. She was certain that if Randy stood on any college campus, he'd draw crowds of admirers and swooning fans.
This sight struck her right in the heart.
Randy was terrified. The first two times had been bleeding, but this was a full-blown gusher. Blood splattered not just her face but her clothes as well. He immediately pressed tissues to her nose, "This can't continue. Three nosebleeds in just a few minutes—we need to get you to a hospital. If there's something seriously wrong, we need to catch it early."
Stella wanted to protest that it really wasn't necessary, but whether from blood loss or something else, her head felt dizzy and the world began spinning. Randy's voice grew increasingly distant until everything went black. The last thing she remembered was Randy frantically calling her name: "Stella! Stella!"
Stella had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. She became aware of rustling sounds and the sharp smell of antiseptic. She hated that smell and found the noise irritating, frowning in annoyance.
Randy, who hadn't left her bedside, immediately noticed the change and jumped up excitedly, grasping her hand, "Stella, you're awake!"
Stella was momentarily stunned. That was Randy's voice, sounding both nervous and relieved. What was wrong with him?
"Stella, if you're awake, please open your eyes and look at me." His words seemed to possess some magical power, and Stella found herself involuntarily opening her eyes, her gaze colliding with his concerned stare.
Seeing her finally awake, Randy exhaled in relief, "Thank God you're okay! You scared me to death—I thought you had some terrible illness. You just collapsed without any warning."
Stella's brain took a moment to process this, "I—collapsed?"
Randy nodded, gently tucking the stray hair from her forehead and ears behind her ear with a tender smile, "Fortunately, the doctor said there's nothing seriously wrong. You just hadn't eaten all day and lost blood, so your blood sugar dropped and you fainted."
"You're saying I passed out from hunger?" Stella asked incredulously.
"Pretty much!" Randy chuckled.
Stella wanted to cry. She wished she could disappear from the world entirely. Getting nosebleeds from staring at her own cousin was embarrassing enough, but fainting from low blood sugar due to hunger was the ultimate humiliation.
Damn it. Why did she keep doing such mortifying things? If anyone found out she'd fainted from hunger, they'd never let her live it down.
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