NovelOnlineChapter 971: Kristopher barely heard him. His thoughts were tangled in the void of his missing memories. "I understand," he muttered absently. The doctor gave a few more instructions before stepping out. He returned to his office, where Aliza was waiting behind his desk. The moment he walked in, she looked up. "How is he?" Closing the door behind him, the doctor replied, "He's stable. I gave him an injection before the IV to delay his memory recovery. Just now, I administered another dose. That should keep things under control." He paused. "Is he still taking the medication I prescribed?" Aliza's lips pressed into a thin line. “I've been busy with other matters. I forgot to remind him. Besides, he mentioned he doesn't see the point in taking it-he thinks it's useless." The doctor's expression hardened. "He can't stop. The headaches mean he's starting to recall things. That's a good sign. If this continues, he'll break through the mental block and regain his memory." "I understand. There's nothing else more important right now. From today onward, I'll personally ensure he takes his medication-every single day." A calculated gleam flickered in her gaze.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was running out of time. Carrie needed to disappear, and she needed to marry Kristopher-before it was too late.
Inside the apartment building, Daxton supported Carrie with one arm while using the other to open the door.
He gently guided her to sit on the small bench near the entrance, then knelt down to fetch a pair of slippers. Carefully, he slipped off her shoes and helped her into the more comfortable footwear.
"You don't have to be so cautious," Carrie teased softly. “It's not like I'm about to give birth—my belly isn't even showing yet." She didn't make any attempt to pull away, though.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDaxton's expression remained serious. "How can I not be careful? The doctor said the first trimester is the most delicate. Work from home, and don't worry about any housework-I'll handle it all." As he picked up her discarded heels and placed them back on the shoe rack, his gaze lingered on the pointed toes and narrow heels. He frowned slightly. "No more high heels from now on. I'll call the store later and have them send over ssoft, lightweight flats." Explore captivating tales on gal no v sAfter tidying up, he changed into his own slippers and approached Carrie. "Would you like to rest in the bedroom or sit in the living room for a bit?" Carrie considered it for a moment. "Let's sit in the living room. I have something to discuss with you." "Alright." Daxton guided her to the sofa, thoughtfully arranging a cushion behind her before she settled in.
Rather than sitting beside her, he chose a small armchair nearby, m maintaining a respectful distance.
He could tell from her expression that this wasn't a moment for playful banter. It was a serious conversation, likely about the baby. Carrie noticed his thoughtfulness and offered a grateful smile before taking a steady breath.
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