Chapter 2211

Clara reflexively stepped forward to help Wilson from falling. It took Wilson a while to steady himself, his eyes shut tight and his hand pressed to his forehead.

Surrounded by darkness, Clara realized Wilson's face was frighteningly pale under the moonlight. While she was holding him, her hand touched his, and she was suddenly aware that his hand felt terribly cold.

After a few moments, Wilson finally fluttered his eyes open slowly. He straightened up and said weakly, "I'll get going."

"What's wrong with you?" Clara could not resist asking. Wilson looked so fragile like he was about to collapse at any time.

"Me?" Although slightly startled by the question, Wilson quickly forced a smile and acted as if nothing had happened. "I'm fine. Don't worry." Despite that, only he knew how he was so exhausted to the point he was practically swaying on his feet.

Wilson should have gone home to rest after the blood draw, but he missed her so much. Unable to stop wanting to see her, he came he