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Chapter 115:

Nothing about the food appealed to her, but Wyatt’s worried glance tugged at her. Reluctantly, she accepted them.

Peeling back the wrapper of the bread, Amelia’s mind wandered. She remembered that Wyatt had skipped breakfast as well. Glancing at the bread, she turned to him with concern. “Do you want some, too p>

Wyatt gave a simple nod, and Amelia broke off a generous chunk, holding it out to him. Rather than take it, he just parted his lips, waiting expectantly.

Amelia’s cheeks grew warm at his gesture.

“I can’t juggle eating and driving at the same time. Would you feed me, Amelia?” His words left her uncertain for a moment, but she soon obliged, lifting the bread to his mouth.

The bread was sweet, and although Wyatt wasn’t fond of such flavors, he surprisingly didn’t mind this time.

Soon, the car rolled to a stop outside Kretol City Hospital.

Marc waited for them at the entrance, already tipped off by Wyatt’s message. Watching Wyatt hop out, open the door for Amelia, and guide her gently, Marc raised his brows in disbelief. Was this really the same Wyatt he knew?

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇

Wyatt gave Marc a quick, annoyed look as he caught his teasing expression. “What are you waiting for? Get inside and do your job p>

A single glance at Amelia told Marc she wasn’t badly hurt. Yet the sight of Wyatt’s unease was enough to hurry him along as he led them through the doors.

Outside in the morning air, Amelia had felt fine, but inside the elevator, dizziness hit her like a wave.

Wyatt, watching her every move, wasted no time. As soon as she pressed a hand to her head, his arm circled her waist protectively, steadying her. “Are you feeling all right p>

“Just a bit dizzy,” she admitted softly.

Marc had intended to head to his office with them, but hearing that, he changed course and brought them straight to the neurology department.

Although a specialist was already inside, Marc joined the examination when he saw how worried Wyatt looked.

Wyatt paced outside, unable to peel his eyes from the closed door. The instant it opened, he rushed forward. “Is she okay p>

Though Wyatt addressed Marc, the doctor responded first, his tone reassuring. “No need to worry. She’s only got a mild concussion. A little rest, and she’ll be back to normal p>

“Are you sure it’s nothing serious? Is it normal to feel dizzy all the time with just a mild concussion? Did you check everything?” Wyatt asked, still concerned.