Chapter 41 Chapter 41
Realizing she couldn't win this war of words, Caroline simply gave up and leaned back on the seat, snorting softly.
The black car drove calmly along the campus road. As the gate came into view, Caroline frowned.
“Nicholas, I don't need to go to the hospital. You can drop me off right here.”
The fall she had taken had resulted in nothing more than a few scratches. All she needed was to buy some disinfectant at the pharmacy.
But his gaze fell on her, firm and authoritative. “That's my decision.”
Caroline remained silent.
How could that man be so domineering?
Caroline frowned even more.
“It's really not necessary!” she insisted, trying to keep her voice steady. “I can just go to the drugstore and buy some medicine to apply. You should go to work, Nicholas. I don't want to disrupt your day over something so small.”
After all, he was the president of Wolf Company—an absurdly busy man.
She never imagined he would drop everything to show up at school because of a scratch.
Nicholas clenched his jaw, his dark, deep gaze fixed on her for a moment. Then his deep, calm voice broke the silence:
“Your affairs are not a trivial matter. No job is more important than you.”
Caroline's heart leapt in her chest.
Her brain seemed to freeze, and she was completely paralyzed under that gaze—so intense, so full of something she couldn't define.
“Be a good girl and come with me to the hospital, Carol,” he said in an almost affectionate tone, caressing her cheeks with his thumb.
“Don't make me worry, okay?”
As if hypnotized, Caroline nodded slowly, her eyes watery and her face hot.
On the way to the hospital, Nicholas picked up his phone and called Luan White.
After a few rings, the doctor's tired voice echoed on the other end:
“Nicholas, if this is about your emotional consultation, leave it for another day. Or call me after I've slept for a few hours.”
Nicholas raised his eyebrows and let out a brief chuckle, running his fingers through the soft hair of the woman in his arms.
“Come on, did you work too hard last night?”
“I just got out of a ten-hour surgery!” Luan replied indignantly. “Try standing on your feet that long and then tell me if you don't turn into a zombie!”
Nicholas, indifferent, interrupted:
“I don't care if you're a zombie or a dog. I'm taking Carol to the hospital now. She's hurt, and I want you to examine her. We'll be there in ten minutes.”
Caroline blinked, stunned.
Hurt? She only had a few scratches!
On the other end of the line, Luan was speechless for a moment.
“Wait... Carol? Are you talking about your wife? Is she hurt? Where? Is it serious?”
“Yes,” Nicholas replied seriously, looking at the slight bruises on her arms and legs as if they were war wounds. “Both hands and both legs. I want you to check her carefully.”
Luan, believing it to be something serious, replied immediately:
“Okay, let me know when you arrive. Does she need a stretcher? Can she walk?”
Nicholas took a deep breath and clenched his teeth.
“No, she doesn't. Bye.”
And he hung up.
Minutes later, the Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of the hospital.
Before she could say anything, Nicholas got out of the car, walked around it, and unceremoniously picked her up again.
“Nicholas, I can walk on my own,” Caroline protested helplessly.
“I didn't ask for your opinion,” he replied calmly.
She sighed and, embarrassed, buried her face in his chest. It was impossible to fight this man.
As they walked down the hallways, all eyes turned to them—nurses whispering, patients watching curiously, some even taking discreet photos.
Caroline wanted to disappear.
Nicholas, impassive, walked straight to Luan White's office.
“Come, let me see. Where are you hurt?” asked the doctor, clearly exhausted but still professional.
However, as soon as he looked up and saw Caroline—a beautiful, rosy-cheeked young woman in the arms of the always reserved Nicholas Wolf—Luan White was completely stunned.
The scalpel almost fell from his hand.
Luan blinked a few times, incredulous, before casting a suspicious glance at Nicholas.
“Nick, where is the injured girl?” he asked, frowning.
Caroline, who had been sitting on his lap moments before, showed no visible injuries. No bandages, no apparent bruises. For a moment, the doctor even thought that perhaps it was an internal injury. He approached her and observed her closely: her skin was rosy, her eyes were shining, and her face, although a little embarrassed, looked healthy.
Nothing matched the urgency of the call he had received.
Nicholas carefully placed her on the sofa, as if she were fragile porcelain. Then he turned to his friend, his gaze cold and authoritative.
“Do you have a vision problem, Luan?” he asked, his voice laden with impatience. “She's covered in bruises, and you can't see it?”
Luan stared at him in disbelief.
What?! Was this the patient he thought was seriously injured?
With a tired face and a look that mixed exhaustion and indignation, he replied:
“So... you made me come here because of scratches?”
Nicholas crossed his arms, impassive.
“Is there a problem with that?”
Luan was speechless.
He had just come out of a ten-hour surgery, and the man had the nerve to interrupt his rest for this?
It was the last straw.
“Nicholas Wolf,” the doctor snorted, his voice thick with frustration, "do you know how exhausting it is to operate for ten hours straight?
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, indifferent.
“I've done fifteen hours straight before. I don't see a problem.”
Luan's eyes widened, his face red with anger.
“That's different! I was in the operating room, saving a life! And you call me in to see... bruises?!”
Nicholas didn't answer; he just looked at him calmly, which made the doctor even more indignant.
“You're putting your wife above everything else, even your friends!” exclaimed Luan, shaking his head. “Keep this up and you'll end up alone!”
Caroline, completely embarrassed, got up quickly.
“Nicholas, let's go.”
She took a few steps toward the doctor and, blushing, spoke gently:
“Mr. White, I'm sorry for the trouble. Nicholas overreacted. I'm fine, really. I don't need any tests. You must be exhausted,” she said, bowing slightly. “Please go back and rest.”
It was absurd.
She had only a few scratches, and he had mobilized the hospital director—a renowned surgeon!
Even she thought Nicholas had gone too far.
With a sigh, she turned to leave, but before she could take two steps, she felt the firm touch of Nicholas's arm holding her by the waist.
“Where do you think you're going, Carol?” he murmured, his voice low but full of authority.
The man pulled her firmly and wrapped his arms around her before she could react. His warm breath brushed her neck, and his low voice sounded, laden with provocation:
“If you don't let him examine you, I'll have to do it myself,” he whispered, biting her earlobe lightly. “And I promise my examination will be much more thorough... inside and out. Darling, if you want me to do that, we can start right now.”
Caroline froze.
She lifted her face, her gaze a mixture of shyness and irritation.
This man was impossible!
A complete scoundrel!