Chapter 1289

"Don't move," Luella immediately crouched beside him, expertly massaging his shoulders and legs to loosen the cramped muscles.

She started with his shoulders, then moved down to his legs. But as she massaged him, Jimmie felt something terrifyingly wrong happening.

He was actually...

"I'm fine now." Jimmie abruptly pushed her hands away, frantically pulling his jacket down to cover his lap. His face burned with panic and embarrassment. "I think the rescue team is here."

"They are?" Oblivious to his crisis, Luella spun around and yelled down the mountain. "Hey! We're over here!"

Jimmie leaned back against the tree, squeezing his eyes shut. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

He had actually gotten an undeniable physical response just from her touching him.

It was over. He was completely, hopelessly doomed.

At the hospital, everyone paced anxiously outside the operating room.

"Wait, so you're telling me you spent the entire night alone with Jimmie?" Melvin stared at Luella in sheer disbelief.

"Yeah." Luella blinked, feeling incredibly guilty. "It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen."

"And you didn't take the opportunity to assassinate him?" Melvin clicked his tongue, amazed.

Luella gave him a withering look.

"Melvin!" Juniper glared at her brother, and he instantly shut his mouth.

"But still..." Juniper stepped closer, lowering her voice. "You two actually survived a whole night without tearing each other apart? That's incredible."

Luella kept her mouth shut. Not only had they not fought, but he had held her while she slept the entire night. If Juniper didn't believe it, she wouldn't blame her; she could barely believe it herself.

"Luella, why are you blushing?" Juniper leaned in, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"I am not!" Luella vehemently denied it, guiltily taking a few steps back. "Oh look! The doctor's out!"

Instantly, all attention shifted to Jimmie.

He had undergone a minor surgery to remove the branch from his leg. Fortunately, it hadn't hit anything vital, and he'd be fully recovered in two weeks. He was awake as they wheeled him out:

"Mr. Tate, you asked for this." Clark carefully handed him a small box.

"Give it to Luella." Jimmie lay pale and exhausted on the bed, his voice barely a whisper.

Luella took the box and popped it open. Inside sat her red earring.

"Thank you." She stole a glance at

him, then down at his bandaged leg, her guilt doubling. If she hadn't

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on going to get the earring

he wouldn't have gone back to his car. They wouldn't have fallen, and

he wouldn't be hurt.

"How are you going to thank me?" He stared at her, his expression tight and unreadable.

"I..." She racked her brain but came up empty. He had literally saved her life. She had absolutely nothing to offer him in return.

"Let's get him to his room first," the doctor interrupted. "He's running a fever and needs to rest."

A fever? She had been pressed against him all night and felt perfectly fine.

Once Jimmie was settled in his room, everyone decided to leave so he could rest. Luella had wanted to stay and take care of him, but Juniper dragged her out for a full medical checkup just to be safe.

Only Clark remained in the room.

"Mr. Tate, what's on your mind?" Clark asked quietly.

"You said before... that if someone is constantly on your mind, and your heart races

for them, that means you like them. Right?"

"Huh?" Clark was stunned for a second. "Yeah, that's how I felt when I fell for my girlfriend. Mr. Tate, who did you fall for?"

Jimmie closed his eyes, staying dead silent.

Was he falling for Luella?

He was falling for a man!