Ordering this man around had actually been one of her secret wishes in her previous life.
Though in this life, there was no longer any romantic interest behind it, Willow still felt compelled to fulfill that old wish—for her own sake, if nothing else.
Beasley listened without changing expression, set aside the medical report in his hands, and replied coolly, "I'll call a nurse for you."
With that, he dialed another number without missing a beat.
Willow was speechless.
She didn't really need a nurse; she knew her own condition perfectly well. As long as she stayed away from this man, she'd feel perfectly fine…
Wait—hold on.
Was she really sitting here, eating a hearty midnight snack right in front of Beasley?
He was barely three feet away, perched on the edge of her bed.
Astonished, Willow blinked. Was the treatment finally starting to work?
"Don't lie down for at least half an hour after eating—it's bad for your stomach." Beasley, having called the nurse, put away his phone and threw that final warning over his shoulder.
Willow froze. Was he really willing to go this far, just to force her into revealing who was behind the micro-drone incident?
Truly terrifying.
"Well, since you've called the nurse, you can leave now."
But Willow wasn't the naive girl she used to be.
No matter how Beasley lowered himself or tried to win her over, she wasn't about to let him have his way.
He paused, and then asked quietly, "Is it because of me that you're like this?"

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