The apartment Conner helped me rent was near the training grounds.
I glanced around the room.
First floor, plenty of sunlight, large floor-to-ceiling windows.
From the location to the layout, everything was perfectly suited to my needs.
“Thanks, Dr. Knight, for helping me out this time.”
Conner hummed a response, his tone flat.
“I hope you can get better now that you’re back, Leslie.”
I forced a smile but didn’t respond.
Get better.
Those words sounded so light, as if recovery were that simple.
As Conner was leaving, he kept rattling off reminders.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
For someone with such a cool, distant vibe, he sure could nag.
At the door, I reminded him, “Dr. Knight, don’t forget that little favor of mine.”
“Contact me when the time comes, and also…”
He suddenly turned to look at me, his tone serious,
“Call me Conner.”
After seeing him off, my smile disappeared. I tossed the bottle of pills he’d left me into a corner.
Controlling my wheelchair, I moved back to the sofa and picked up my phone.
As soon as I unlocked it, a flood of trending news notifications popped up:
#Jameson Hall’s Rumored New Relationship##
#Top Actress Makes a Bold Public Announcement##
#Love Triumphs Over All?##