Chapter Three
Ryan Gregory returned to the ward, and the nurse turned to leave.
"Wait a moment."
"Mr. Gregory, is there anything else you need?"
"Could you... lend me your phone for a moment?"
In all his years, he had never borrowed anything from anyone.
The feeling was utterly bizarre.
He had always commanded others, never seeking anyone's permission.
But someone had once told him that a different approach might be better.
The nurse smiled and quickly handed him her phone.
Borrowing something for the first time, and not being refused, made Ryan exceedingly happy.
He curved his lips, a smile spreading across his face.
To the young nurse, that smile was utterly intoxicating.
Ever since she had been assigned to this ward, she had noticed that Mr. Gregory, despite being injured, with his head bandaged and his movements limited, was still strikingly handsome.
To be precise, it wasn't mere handsomeness; he was genuinely beautiful.
