Max Andrews gave a wry smile.
Hospital again. She and the hospital are really in love.
She tried to move her hands and feet, and there was pain in her right hand. She looked down and saw that her arm was so white that it was in plaster.
Broken?
When the room was empty, Max Andrews looked at the ceiling and thought about another question: Why did she not hesitate to jump on Alex Brock to protect him? At that dangerous moment, she had no time to think.
Pounce on him and protect his head, as if. An instinct buried deep in her heart.
She clearly.. I hate him, don't I?
Her first reaction should be to protect herself anyway, but how.
Why is that?
Max Andrews couldn't figure it out.
The door opens and Alex Brock comes in and sees her awake and puts her cell phone on the cabinet. It looks like he just went out to answer the phone.
He was here the whole time?