Massive Demolition Fees and a Family Emergency

Previously, Nathan would go to the office occasionally. However, since I had started dozing off more often, Nathan had completely abandoned his work responsibilities. He handed everything over to his assistant and devoted himself to staying by my side 24/7.

One day, I playfully complained, "You really should go back to work, you know? We built this company together, and I don't want you to let it go to waste!"

With that signature, affectionate look in his eyes, Nathan replied, "Julia, don't worry. Even if the company went under, we'd still be just fine financially."

"Ugh, don't say such unlucky things! I want the company to thrive! I want to be a vice president, what do you think?"

"As long as you want it, I'll make you the president if that's what you want."

I chuckled. "I'm just kidding! I really only care about the money. You can keep being the boss while I spend your earnings!"

"Alright, whatever you say goes."

Later that night, I noticed Nathan refusing to sleep in the empty hospital. Instead, he insisted on squeezing into the bed with me. As I nestled against him, I couldn't help but feel the sharpness of his ribs through his shirt, and I frowned.

"Nathan, why are you so skinny? It feels like I'm hugging a skeleton!"

He rested his chin on top of my head, his voice low and soothing. "It's alright. As long as I can make you healthy, that's what matters. If you gain weight, I'll be happy."

I pouted, poking at his sides playfully. "What do you mean you'll be happy if I gain weight? What's that got to do with you? You should put on some weight too!"

Nathan caught my hand and placed it over his heart, his warm breath brushing against my ear as he said in a husky tone. "Julia, don't tease me. You're still recovering. I don't want to push you."

My face flushed crimson, and I quickly withdrew my hand, embarrassed. After a long pause, I finally said, "Nathan, I'm serious. You really need to gain some weight, okay?"

"Okay."

But Nathan didn't keep his promise. Over the next couple of weeks, he only grew thinner, and his complexion seemed to worsen.

I panicked, wrapping my arms around him, tears streaming down my face. "Nathan, please tell me you're not hiding some serious illness from me! You can't lie to me!"

He chuckled softly, patting my head, seemingly unfazed. "Silly Julia, don't overthink it. I'm perfectly healthy."

I retorted, "I'm not overthinking! Just look at how thin you are! If you don't get checked out, I won't recover either! I'll just lie in bed all day!"

Reluctantly, Nathan agreed to go for a check-up after I pushed him enough.

At that moment, Emma walked in, leaning against the doorframe as she watched me carefully navigate my way along the wall.

"Julia, congratulations! You should be walking like a normal person again pretty soon!"

I smiled, "Thanks! The doctor said I'm recovering really quickly."

Emma suddenly added, "You've become a bit distant with me, Julia."

I forced a laugh. "Well, I've been out of it for six years! That's a long time without seeing you, and you've changed so much. Of course, I'm a bit out of the loop."

"But you're not distant with Nathan."

I felt a bit shy, saying, "That's because Nathan hasn't changed. He's still the same person to me."

Emma's smile faded a bit. "Is that so?"

Suddenly, I remembered something, so I asked, "Emma, I heard Nathan mention you're engaged. Why haven't you brought your fiancé by for me to meet?"

Her face hardened, and after a long pause, she replied, "I'll definitely bring him by when I have time."

I looked at her curiously. "Who's your fiancé? Do I know him?"

Emma forced a smile. "No, you don't, Julia. Just focus on resting. I have to go now, but I'll visit you again soon."