After the treatment, Noemi was no different from a deflated ball. She leaned weakly against the head of the bed and one of her legs was wrapped thickly, elevated.
If Jeffery was not by her side, she might be in a better mood.
Since he entered the hospital, he had not said a word. His face was as dark as coal.
She waited and waited, thinking that Jeffery would leave but he just didn't. He even stared at her with a pair of unfathomable eyes.
Well, Jeffery never avoided his gaze at her.
Noemi felt that she should say something at the moment. After all, she had almost "paid" with her body several hours ago. Although she had failed, the man in front of her had sort of gone through the process.
So, could this be considered a pass?
Jeffery's words directly extinguished the hope in her eye
