Chapter 20
“A doctor, huh? That young?” Lucy commented
Sebastian ignored her and asked, “Do you have a blood pressure monitor?”
“Yes.” Valeria snapped back to attention, took it out of the drawer, and handed it to Sebastian.
Lucy cooperated and let him measure her blood pressure. He asked a few more questions about her current condition, such as if she felt any tightness in her chest, headaches, dizziness, or any
other discomfort.
“I have a bit of asthma,” came her reply. “It’s a recurring condition. My blood pressure isn’t that
high.”
He glanced at the numbers. “Your systolic is at 168, and that’s not high? Then, how high are you expecting it to be?”
Lucy fell silent.
Valeria looked at Sebastian.
The man squatted there, his hair falling slightly over his forehead. He didn’t look as sharp and strict as he had during the day. His gray–blue shirt was loose and had its top two buttons undone.
He could be pretty biting when he spoke. Despite his cool and refined appearance, his words cut deep without mercy.
Selena didn’t understand what high blood pressure meant, so she held on to Lucy’s hand. She was frightened when Lucy had suddenly collapsed and struggled to breathe. “You have to listen to Mr.
Doctor.”
Lucy patted Selena’s head. “Okay, I will.”
Sebastian glanced at the little girl, thinking that he must have lost his mind.
He saw Valeria’s number calling, and when he answered, a young girl was crying on the line, saying her grandmother had collapsed and asking if he could save her.
It just so happened that Sebastian was visiting a senior medical professor in the Uptown District that night and drove over right away.
He took less than ten minutes to arrive.
Sebastian finished checking Lucy over. As he was about to leave, Lucy looked at Valeria. “Walk Dr. Grant out for me.”
Valeria nodded.
Even though she tried her best to avoid any further entanglement with Sebastian, he had come over to help Lucy, and she owed him that courtesy.
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They headed downstairs, and the motion–sensor lights flicked on, one by one.
From the corner of his eye, Sebastian glanced at the woman next to him. Her long hair was casually tied back with a hair tie, the loose strands falling behind her head. Her forehead was clear and well–shaped.
Ever since they met the first time, he couldn’t explain why she gave him a strange yet familiar feeling. It was like a thin veil of resilience separated them, just like her name–Valeria Neal.
Valeria stayed silent the entire way down, following behind Sebastian. All he had to do was glance slightly to see her soft, fair face. She had soft and gentle features that had a touch of quiet scholarly bearing.
He was certain he had no memory of this face.
Sebastian pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket and lit one.
The silent stairway lights flared in sync with the sound of the lighter striking. A curl of smoke, slipped from his thin lips and drifted behind him.
Valeria held her breath and looked up, staring at the sharp lines of his profile.
When they reached the entrance on the first floor, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. She had
barely managed to stop in time.
Turning, Sebastian suddenly blew a smoke ring toward her calm face.
Valeria started coughing, glaring at him after the smoke dispersed. The corners of his lips curled into a deliberately mischievous smile–a sign that he did it on purpose. He hated her silence.
