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Yvonne instinctively turned to flee, but Joe was quicker, catching up and grabbing her arm.

"I'll take you home," he said.

"No need, Nina's on her way," Yvonne replied, using her friend as a shield. Nina was the only person she could rely on in moments like this.

"I swear, I won't do anything. Just let me drive you back," Joe promised, showing her the IV needle still in his wrist. "Even if I wanted to, I don't have the strength. I've been on IV drips for days, and standing here is making me dizzy."

Before she could respond, a gust of wind blew rain against them. Joe did not wait for an answer. He scooped Yvonne up and shoved her into the car.

Yvonne gave up struggling, her gaze empty as she stared out the window.

Inside the car, Joe gently held her face, his voice soft, "Don't look at me like that. Don't treat me this way. You have no idea how much I've missed you these past few days... but, never mind. You wouldn't understand. Just know, I've never lied to you. Please, believe me." Yvonne looked him straight in the eye and said coldly, "Let me go. Please."

Joe's expression darkened as he barked, "Drive to the hotel."All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

At the mention of a hotel, memories of that night, when she had threatened to end her life, came flooding back.

Her body began to tremble violently. In a panic, she tried to escape the car, but Joe grabbed her tightly. Desperate, Yvonne gripped his wrist, pressing down on the IV needle.

The sharp pain caused Joe to loosen his grip. In that brief moment, Yvonne flung the door open and jumped out. The driver slammed on the brakes as she scrambled to her feet and disappeared into the rainy night.

"Should we go after her, boss?" the driver asked hesitantly.

Joe wanted to to shout "Yes," but instead, he dashed out of the car himself. The darkness and heavy rain made it impossible to see. After a futile search, he returned to the car, Soaking wet and defeated. "Let's go, he muttered.

Once Yvonne was certain Joe had left, she emerged from her hiding spot. Fearful of being seen, she abandoned her plans to wait for her ride and retreated back to the art gallery.

Soaked from the rain, Yvonne felt cold and hungry. Several times, she thought about calling Nina but hesitated, not wanting to worry her. After a long moment of indecision, she finally dialed Nigel's number. "Yvonne, it's me, Nigel," his voice came through the phone.

Hearing his voice, Yvonne wanted to respond, but no words came out. Her entire body felt feverish, and her throat ached. Instead of speaking, she simply hung up.

Looking at the wall, where the word "troublemaker" was scrawled, Yvonne found it deeply ironic. A wave of sadness washed over her, and with a bitter smile, she lay down on the floor and fell asleep. When Yvonne woke up, she found herself in a hospital room. Startled, she immediately looked around, trying to figure out how she had gotten there.

A nurse, noticing her confusion, approached and pointed toward another room. "Mr. Turner brought you here. You're still running a fever, Miss Yvonne. You should stayin bed. f Mr. Turner finds out you're up, we'll all be in trouble."

Joe. He had not left after all.

Fear gripped her as she instinctively wanted to leave, but her weak body would not allow it. Reluctantly, she lay back down, vowing to leave the hospital the moment she felt even slightly better. She could not afford to be tangled up with Joe any longer.

Later, the nurse returned with a tray of food that included fruit, desserts, even magazines and books. It was clear these luxuries were not standard hospital fare. They were Joe's doing.

"I don't want any of this. Please take it away. Also, when will the doctor come? I want to be discharged," Yvonne said firmly.

She did not care how sick she still felt. She needed to get out of here now.