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Chapter 662
Howard immediately cout to greet her.
“What brings you here?”
“I finally got a day off and felt uneasy about your situation, so I thought I’d cand check on you,” Phoebe said, lowering her head timidly.
Howard ruffled her hair.
Recalling Romello’s words he had heard earlier, he asked, “Have you met Romello before?”
“No, I don’t know him at all. He speaks inappropriately, and it’s quite annoying,” Phoebe replied decisively.
Relieved to hear her dislike for Romello, Howard held her hands, rubbing them to warm them.
“Feeling cold?”
Phoebe smiled contentedly, shaking her head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Ahem!” Noah cleared his throat, and his gaze was cold. “If you want to act affectionately, go
somewhere else.”
Howard finally realized their public display of affection and glanced at the empty balcony on the third
floor.
Elliot had returned to his room, closing the windows.
Thinking about how Elliot was being separated from Sheena and could not meet her no matter how, Howard felt terrible for acting lovey–dovey with Phoebe so publicly…
Phoebe suggested, “Men are not usually as attentive when caring for others. Do you need any help with Mr. Jenkins?”
Considering that they would need to take Elliot to the hospital for surgery later in the evening, and with Noah as the surgeon and various other tasks to manage, Howard found himself stretched thin.
“It’s great that you’re here. Noah and I are terrible at cooking, and these next few days will be hectic. We were planning on ordering takeout for Elliot, but since you’re here, it would be great if you could prepare spost–surgery nutritious meals.”
“No problem!”
Initially, they had planned to take Elliot to Svelton General Hospital in the afternoon, but Peter and Romello’s people arrived early, and they had just left.
In other words, this was the best tto leave for the hospital as the monitoring on E&S Haven was
most relaxed.
Ten minutes later, Noah left first.
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Being a major shareholder in most of Froania’s large hospitals, Svelton General Hospital was practically his second home.
Five minutes later, Howard discreetly took Elliot out from the back door of E&S Haven.
After handing Stanley over to Grant, Logan and Lance quickly returned to E&S Haven.
Logan was much taller and resembled Elliot in stature, and he disguised himself to appear as if Elliot
was still at home.
After arriving at Svelton General Hospital, Howard and Elliot promptly made their way to the ward Noah had prearranged.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrain surgery required shaving the head, and since Elliot disliked the service of the nurses, Howard
had to take matters into his own hands.
Elliot appeared gloomy, and his dark eyes were vacant and dim.
“Nana is all about appearances. If she seesnext twith no hair, will she be disgusted?”
“What the hell are you thinking!” Howard was astonished by Elliot’s thought process. “Although Nana cares about appearances, she values character first and looks second. Besides, your hair will grow back in no time.”
As they chatted, the shaving was quickly completed.
Howard admired his handiwork and clicked his tongue twice.
“Your concerns are unnecessary. You still look handsome! But your head really does look like an egg!”
Quickly trying to make amends, he added, “No, no, it’s a big, handsegg!”
Elliot responded with a deadpan expression.
He was not comforted at all!
In the afternoon, Elliot was quietly ushered into the operating room. Before entering, he gripped
Howard’s arm as if he had something to entrust.
Thinking Elliot was worried about the surgical risks, Howard reassured him, “Don’t worry. For Noah, a benign brain tumor is just a minor surgery. You won’t be in any life–threatening danger.”
Elliot shook his head. “Nana has been gone for a week and hasn’t replied to my messages.‘ Whenever he thought of Sheena, he felt anxious, as if she might be in danger.