Chapter 6 Gain Some Weight

• Juliette bit her lip in frustration, clenching her small fists tightly. Her voice trembled with resolve as she said, “I didn't. I would never sell myself just to please a man.”
• Jackson's gaze was sharp as he cut her off, his voice dripping with cold disdain. “Oh? If that's true, then what are you doing here?”
• Juliette stood frozen, the words stuck in her throat. All she wanted was to save the company.
• Jackson's voice turned icier, his words lingering in the air like a chill. “Do you know why I saved you?”
• The sudden change in his tone caught her off guard. “I didn't want the world to start laughing, saying a mere bank manager's mistress was someone I had been involved with.”
• Juliette stood there, stunned, the weight of rejection, anger, and frustration from the past few days crashing down on her.
• Before she could muster a response, her vision blurred, and her knees buckled. She collapsed, but before her body hit the ground, she felt herself caught in a strong embrace.
• Then everything went black.
• Heat radiated from her skin. Jackson instinctively placed his large hand on Juliette's smooth forehead. This wasn't the warmth of someone merely drunk. She was running a fever, and a bad one. He had noticed her flushed face earlier, assuming it was from too much alcohol. Now he realized she was actually sick.
• Tightening his grip, he lifted her into his arms. Even in her unconscious state, Juliette's brows furrowed as she nestled closer to him, seeking comfort. Her tense body seemed to relax in his presence, and she finally drifted into a calmer sleep.
• Jackson carefully placed Juliette in the back seat of his Maybach and drove at full speed. Within ten minutes, they were at Central Hospital, and soon she was settled in the VIP ward.
• After ensuring all the paperwork was handled, Jackson sat at her bedside. Her long eyelashes trembled, and her pale lips looked drained of life. Her usual pride and fire were nowhere to be seen, leaving her looking small and fragile. Agitated, Jackson reached up to loosen his shirt collar, the tension clear in his movements.
• Moments later, the doctor arrived, panting heavily as he rushed into the room. When he saw Jackson, his attitude shifted immediately, all traces of exhaustion vanishing. The doctor stood respectfully, startled by the presence of such a powerful figure at their hospital, let alone one who had brought a woman in his arms.
• The gossip from this would undoubtedly hit the headlines tomorrow.
• Jackson, still rolling up his sleeves, looked at the doctor with a gaze that radiated authority. “How is she?” he asked, his voice deep and unwavering.
• The doctor quickly reviewed the medical report, handing it over. “She's not in any serious danger. It's a combination of stress, irregular eating, a weakened immune system, and exposure to cold. She also has gastroenteritis, which caused the fever and fainting.”
• Jackson's expression hardened as he took the report, his eyebrows furrowed. “Does it hurt her?”
• The doctor blinked, a bit thrown off by the question. After a moment, he answered cautiously, “There will be some discomfort, but with proper care and rest, she'll recover. She's still young, after all.”
• Nodding, Jackson stood up, his tone decisive. “Make sure she gets the highest standard of care. Charge it all to my account.”
• Before leaving, he added one more instruction. “It would be better if she gained some weight.”
• The doctor quickly agreed, watching as Jackson headed for the door. Pausing for a brief moment, Jackson gave one last order, “For the full-body checkup, have a female doctor do it.”
• With that, he left, without a backward glance.
• The doctor blinked in surprise. Did I just get rejected?