The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1402

The nurse at the blood-drawing station skillfully tied a tourniquet and then patted Hanna’s arm to confirm the blood-drawing location.

“Hold her still. Don’t let her move when drawing blood later,” the nurse reminded.

“Okay,” Calvin replied, letting Hanna lean against him with her upper body. He placed one hand on her shoulder, and the other hand held her right arm.

When the sharp needle pierced her skin, Hanna instinctively tried to pull her arm away and escape the pain, but Calvin held her firmly.

“It hurts…” she whimpered.

“It’ll be over soon. Hang in there,” he said patiently. Reflecting on Hanna’s usual behavior, Calvin had never been so patient with other women except for Rosalie.

After the blood was drawn, Calvin held Hanna on the side and waited for the test results, which would take about 15 minutes.

When he was sure that the bleeding had stopped, he got up and disposed of the cotton ball in the trash can nearby.

But when he walked back to the chair, he found that Hanna had lifted her head, and her drunken eyes were fixed on him.

“I… I just had my blood drawn…” Her voice was intermittent, with her head swaying.

At this moment, she was still drunk, but she seemed to have some awareness left.

“Yeah,” he said. “Well, no more blood draws.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Kiss… can you kiss me… now…” she hiccupped and asked with her head

He pursed his thin lips. He thought if she was sober, she wouldn’t say something like this.

He sighed slightly and bent down. He looked at her and said, “You’ll regret it when you sober up…”

“No… I won’t regret it. You said… as long as I get my blood drawn, you will agree.” Her hands wrapped around his neck again, and she looked at his face with a dazed expression. “Calvin… please… just let me kiss you… I… really want to be your real girlfriend…”

“You already are,” Calvin said in a deep voice.

“I… already am?” she mumbled. “So, does that mean… I can kiss you whenever I want? Will you get used to me in this way? Will you start to love me?”

As she said that, her face got closer to his.

At this moment, their faces were so close that he could feel her breath and see his reflection in her pupils.

She was still drunk, but her desire and the tear streaks on her face made it hard for him to reject her.

If he refused, would she cry again?

Calvin remembered that when he first suggested they start a real relationship, she had said she hoped he would fall in love with her.

Perhaps more intimacy could make him accustomed to her presence, and maybe, without realizing it, he might start to love her.

He thought if he could really fall in love with Hanna, it would be the best outcome, and Rosalie must be very happy!

Rosalie…

Even the thought of Rosalie would make Calvin feel a burst of pain in his heart.

“If you’re sure you won’t regret it, then.. okay,” Calvin slowly opened his thin lips and said.

The next moment, Hanna smiled again and kissed him hard.

It seemed that her lips bumped into his with such force that it almost hurt his teeth. But soon, he focused on the soft sensation of her lips.

She kissed him seriously, which made him feel strange.

Speaking of which, he never liked to kiss. Even though he had dated many women before, he would never let anyone kiss him. Even if he thought kissing could be regarded as superficial skin contact, he wouldn’t kiss anyone casually.

But now, he wouldn’t feel rejected when she kissed him like this.

He didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, but eventually, her lips left his. However, her head tilted and rested on his shoulder, and she fell asleep.

Calvin looked at Hanna helplessly, and he wondered how much she could remember when she woke up tomorrow.

After getting the blood test report, Calvin went back to the consulting room with Hanna in his arms. After confirming that she was fine, Calvin carried her back to his car.

“Go back to the villa,” Calvin instructed the driver in the front row.

“Yes, sir,” the driver replied, driving slowly towards Calvin’s private villa. Along the way, looking at Hanna’s sleeping face, Calvin was lost in thought.

He wondered if he could really fall in love with Hanna.

Or perhaps he should ask himself if he could ever love again in his life. If he could, then he hoped that Hanna could be the one he fell in love with.

Hanna felt like she had just had a long dream. In the dream, Calvin appeared when she was in the most pain, and he rescued her from danger… Afterward, she seemed to have done something to him and said a lot to him in the dream…

It felt like a beautiful dream!

But when she woke up from her dream, all she had was a headache!

She couldn’t help but groan, and then she heard a voice say, “Are you awake? I’ll ask someone to bring you some honey water.”

Hanna struggled to sit up and half-opened her eyes. And she saw Calvin in front of her.

“You…. why are you at my place?” She asked in a low voice.

“This is not your place. It’s my villa. You were drunk last night, so I brought you here because I was afraid that it would be inconvenient to go to your home and take care of you, Calvin explained.

Drunk?

Hanna’s muddled mind finally recalled what had happened yesterday, and then her face suddenly turned pale.

She thought, “That’s right. He saved me last night. But then? What happened? Why couldn’t I remember anything?”

As long as she tried to recall, her head throbbed painfully as if it were going to explode.

“Ah…” she moaned again, her eyebrows knitting.

“Do you have a bad headache?” he asked.

“Yes,” she muttered, and then she felt his fingers gently touching her forehead and the area near her temples. He pressed it with moderate force to relieve her headache at this moment.

“How about now? Do you feel better?” Calvin asked.

“Yeah… I feel better now,” Hanna mumbled.

Then, Calvin continued to massage her, and Hanna’s uncomfortable groaning gradually turned into a more pleasant murmuring.