I lied calmly, "A friend."Seeing the pale color of my lips, she didn’t continue questioning me. Instead, she sat down at the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"I looked at her evenly. "Well, I'm not dying."Her brows pinched together, clearly unhappy with my tone.Nevertheless, I didn’t respond to her expression. Instead, I asked, "You saw me collapse. Why didn’t you take me to the hospital? You are my fiancee."I deliberately emphasized the word "fiancee", enunciating each syllable.Her expression twisted with something complicated: panic, conflict, and guilt all at once."There was an emergency at the office. I didn’t have time to take you."I didn’t react much and answered flatly, "Got it."My indifference made her grab the hand without the IV, looking helpless. "You’re a grown man. Why are you still so childish, like when you were little? Stop imagining things and doubting everything."I didn’t answer. Instead, I pulled my hand back just as the door to the hospital
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