Chapter 450 Can't Get a Wife
Got in the car.
Winona was about to check her ankle when someone beat her to it and grabbed her calf.
A man's unfamiliar scent surrounded her. His long fingers gently pressed around her swollen ankle, making Winona moan in pain and instinctively pull her foot back.
Nicholas held her firmly, looked up, and his gaze fell on Winona's furrowed brows etched with pain. There seemed to be some intense emotion in his eyes, but when he looked at her, he returned to his usual self, "Don't move."
His voice was low and gentle.
Nicholas took off her shoe and twisted it gently, "Does it hurt?"
Winona carefully felt it, "It's okay."
"The bone isn't hurt, but the soft tissue is bruised. You still need to rest," Nicholas thought of her hopping around earlier, and a bit of anger gathered in his chest, causing him to raise his voice, "You can't walk for at least a month."
Winona wanted to speak but glanced at the assistant driving and held back. She also pulled back the foot that Nicholas was holding, "Mr. Ramsey, thank you for your advice, but when I can walk is up to the doctor."
Nicholas frowned, his tone was aggrieved, "Resting longer will be better. If it doesn't heal properly, you could end up limping..."
"Ahem..." In the front seat, the assistant coughed heavily, interrupting him, "Miss Sullivan, Mr. Ramsey is concerned about you. Joint injuries shouldn't be taken lightly."
Nicholas gave him an approving look and then turned his gaze to Winona's belly. He couldn't help adding, "You're pregnant. You shouldn't be hopping around like that."
Winona gave him a forced smile, "Mr. Ramsey, you're overstepping. This is something my ex-husband should worry about."
Nicholas, angry, blurted out, "I..."
His rationality made him hold back.
In the current situation, it was safer for Winona not to recognize him. Timothy might use her to gauge his reactions, but as long as things hadn't completely fallen apart, he wouldn't go too far.
The Bailey family, though in a valley, wasn't to be bullied easily.
Winona saw he was silent, "What?"
Nicholas pursed his lips, "I'm just giving you some advice."
Winona sneered and ignored him, watching videos with head down.
The assistant, sensing the tense atmosphere in the back seat, quickly interjected, "Miss Sullivan, our Mr. Ramsey is the type of man perfect for marriage. Though he appears cold, his meticulous attention to detail. He also loves children. The Ramsey Group has funded many orphanages, and besides donating money and goods, Mr. Ramsey volunteers every month."
He added, "The key point is, if there's any danger, he'd definitely be the one to protect you, unlike those men who seem gentle but can't actually protect you. Mr. Ramsey just massaged your foot. I've never even touched a woman's ankle, let alone her foot."
Winona glanced at Nicholas, and scoffed dismissively, expressing with a glance, "Don't think I don't realize you instructed your assistant to say this. Gentle and refined, isn't that a blatant jab at Matthew?"
Nicholas raised his chin, "Richard might not have said it nicely, but it's the truth."
The car stopped at the hospital entrance. Winona opened the door and got out. As soon as her foot touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through her ankle. Walking was impossible; even lightly touching her toes was excruciating.
She held onto the car door, about to ask the assistant to get her a wheelchair from the front desk, but Nicholas walked around the car and said, "I'll carry you."
He bent down and reached out to pick her up.
"No need, just get me a wheelchair from the front desk," Winona quickly dodged his hand. She had overheard Nicholas saying his arm was fractured earlier. If he carried her, it might break.
Nicholas looked at his empty hand and pursed his lips tightly. Irritation, frustration, and countless negative emotions surged within him.
"Winona?" Matthew's voice came from behind. Before she could turn around, he was already by her side, "How did you get hurt?"
Winona's ankle was so swollen that it was visible without bending down. "I twisted it accidentally."
Matthew glanced at Nicholas, who had a grim expression, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Ramsey, what are you doing here?"
Nicholas's face was expressionless, and his voice stiff, "I brought Miss Sullivan to the hospital. I just arrived and ran into you."
Matthew smiled and nodded, "Thank you. I'll take care of Winona now. It's getting late; you should go home and rest, Mr. Ramsey."
Matthew bent down and asked Winona softly, "Can you walk?"
Winona moved her foot and shook her head, "Not really. Can you go to the front desk..."
Before she could finish, Matthew bent down and scooped her up.
The move was so sudden that not only Winona but everyone else was caught off guard. By the time they reacted, he had already walked several steps while holding Winona.
Matthew said, "I'll carry you in. I just asked at the front desk; there are no available wheelchairs right now."
Winona wanted to get down, but without a wheelchair, by the time she hobbled to the clinic, the doctor would probably be off duty.
She stiffly leaned against Matthew's chest.
Behind her, Nicholas's gaze felt almost tangible. She didn't dare turn around to look at him.
He was probably both aggrieved and angry. After all, she had just refused him and now let Matthew carry her in. With his emotional intelligence, he probably couldn't think of anything else, just that she wouldn't let him carry her but let Matthew do it.
Matthew chuckled and teased, "Relax a bit. Otherwise, I'll think I'm carrying a rock instead of a person. Just think of me as a male nurse or orderly, and you'll feel less burdened."
Winona awkwardly tugged at the corners of her mouth, "There probably aren't any male nurses or orderlies as handsome as you."
Nicholas heard every word and snorted unkindly, "When have you ever been hurt, and he arrived on time? Such an unreliable man, if he weren't good-looking, he wouldn't even be able to get a wife."
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