She also recalled how Winston often returned home in the middle of the night after being with Steven. She had confidently boasted to her friends that Winston would bring home a girlfriend within the month. "Tomorrow, I'll be at Elevare Abbey praying for the future wife you're supposed to bring into this family! And that blind date is happening, no excuses!" Winston's reply was flat. "I'm hanging up." Gemma yelled one last question, "Are you with Steven again?" Ignoring her, Winston returned to the hospital room. Anastasia lay curled on the bed, asleep, her brow furrowed, sweat beading on her forehead. She was clearly in discomfort. He lingered for a moment, then gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, his touch careful and quiet. The next morning, Anastasia woke to find the room empty. The nurse on duty for the shift change was the same one from the previous night. Spotting Anastasia's wary look, she remarked, "Are you looking for your boyfriend? He stayed with you all night and left just a few minutes ago. His eyes were red from staying up." Anastasia froze. Winston has stayed with me the entire night? Remembering his flirtatious behavior from yesterday, she instinctively lifted the blanket to check her clothing. The nurse smiled. "He's considerate. When I came in to change your meds last night, he even kicked the snoring old man from the next bed into the hallway so you could rest." Curious, Anastasia peeked toward the adjacent bed. It was empty. The hospital had been packed when she arrived, and she had to share a double room. "What happened to the old man?" she asked. The nurse chuckled. 'He sleeps like a rock. He snored all night in the hallway, but this morning your boyfriend moved him to a VIP room She reminded Anastasia, "Your breakfast is getting cold. You should eat something-acute gastritis worsens on an empty stomach. The doctor will be here shortly to check on you" Anastasia noticed the breakfast by her bed. Hesitant, she asked, "Did my boyfriend get this too?" The nurse nodded. 2/3 2:06 pm DDDD. Once alone, Anastasia took a cautious bite. Warmth spread from her throat throughout her body. Winston Renard... What kind of man is he? Having drunk too much the night before, Sebastian woke to a relentless pounding in his head. He pressed his fingers to his abbeys, faintly aware of movement outside. Instinctively, he swung his legs off the bed and sat upright. She's back? He scrambled to wash up and change, then pushed the door open. "Ana..." The syllable barely escaped his lips before he froze in place. It wasn't Anastasia. It was the agent from a few days ago. Beside the agent stood a portly middle-aged man, a thick gold chain draped around his neck, and a black bag tucked under his arm. He looked every inch the self-important nouveau riche. 。 3/3 2:06 pm DDDD. The Rose Who Chose His Rival Over Him +8 Pearls