Chapter 63

I waited for a long time before finally getting out of bed to confirm that they had actually left.

Wendy had informed Steven, who was waiting downstairs and in the parking garage, hoping to capture some useful footage.

That night, I couldn't sleep at all, but I had to pretend to be asleep. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I dozed off in a daze.

Early the next morning, I opened my eyes to see Max sitting by my bedside. He looked disheveled, with stubble on his face, clearly exhausted. When he saw me wake up, he quickly stood up and held my hand, his voice filled with concern, "Honey, you're awake? How do you feel?"

Max's acting was incredibly impressive. He had perfected it to an art form. But if he was going to put on a show, so would I.

I pretended not to know, "Why am I in the hospital... My head hurts."

"You really worry me. Your fever reached forty degrees." Max looked at me with a pained expression, his brow furrowed. "I stayed up all night watching over you, afraid som