Chapter: 2207

Yet, Wendell seemed unaffected. He casually draped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead, saying softly, “It's getting late. I'll have someone drive you home to rest."

His tone was gentle, but he didn't give Aimee any room to object.

After speaking, Wendell called the driver waiting downstairs and instructed him to escort Aimee back.

Aimee realized that staying would only make her feel worse. She pursed her lips and departed with the driver.

In a VIP ward.