Chapter 8

I practically sprinted in my heels, finally catching up to Ryder at the hospital entrance.

“Ryder!”

I tugged on his sleeve, panting. Before I could even speak, he turned his head.

“Aria, we do have a history.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can leverage it to make me endlessly compromise for your boyfriend.”

He finished coldly, trying to pull his sleeve back, but I held on tight:

“It has nothing to do with him!”

“Okay, I admit, I didn’t come to the hospital because of period cramps. I wanted to bring you here—your stomach issues flared up again, didn’t they?”

“Ryder, don’t think I don’t know, you never eat properly when you’re on business trips!”

He looked at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes, his gaze slowly scanning my face.

As if trying to discern the truth from my expression.

Seeing his expression soften slightly, I quickly pressed my advantage.

I dragged him, practically pulling him into the examination room.

The doctor, looking at his test results, frowned deeply:

“Chronic gastritis requires special attention to diet. Especially when you don’t feel well, don’t just tough it out. Come to the hospital as soon as possible.”

“You’ll need an IV drip for two days.”