When Emilia was mentioned, Frederic's desire seemed to fade away a bit.

"You said she is not stingy, but no woman is generous in relationships unless she doesn't truly love you," I continued to persuade him, "Do you really want to see her heartbroken? What would happen if she found out about your relationship with me?"

Frederic gradually regained consciousness, as if he was seriously pondering my words.

Just as I let out a sigh of relief, he kissed me again, as if everything I had just said was nonsense.

I was speechless, actually discussing emotional morality with a beast?

I don't know how long this sexual encounter lasted, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I said sleepily, "Let me sleep, I just got out of the hospital."

The large hand that had been wandering on me came to a halt. Frederic embraced me from behind. Just before completely drifting off to sleep, I felt him kiss my shoulder.

The consequence of having sex right after being discharged from the hospital was that the next day I had a headache. At that moment, Frederic was no longer in the room.

Following the principle of "health comes first," I went to the hospital with Marcel for a check-up without having breakfast.

What a coincidence, Tristan diagnosed me again.

"Measure blood pressure, roll up your sleeves," he said with an unfamiliar look on his face, his voice sounding somewhat indifferent.

I hesitated for a moment, took off my thick coat, but accidentally pulled down the scarf as well. I quickly grabbed the scarf and rewrapped it, but Tristan's expression had already changed noticeably, his eyes fixed on the position of my neck.

There were various marks bitten out by Frederic last night, which were horrifying to see.

I rolled up the sleeves of my close-fitting clothes, placed my arms on the table, and awkwardly said, "Okay, let's measure the blood pressure."

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I felt that Tristan's gaze became even colder than before. He picked up the blood pressure cuff and grabbed my wrist with one hand, adjusting my posture. However, the force was so strong that I almost thought he wanted to break my hand.

Everything was proceeding in silence. After taking my blood pressure, Tristan ruled out the possibility of my headache being caused by abnormal blood pressure. Then, he coldly asked me some questions and gave me a referral for further examination before letting me go for the tests.

The end result was that I drank alcohol and didn't rest well, which worsened the injury that hadn't fully healed yet.

"You went to drink right after being discharged from the hospital yesterday, you're quite bold," Tristan took off his mask, his face looking very cold. His already distant and unapproachable face now resembled the frozen surface of the Arctic sea.

"A friend came back, and I was momentarily happy. I felt a bit guilty because I shouldn't have drunk alcohol yesterday."

"Dylan? Tristan naturally knew who Dylan was."

I nodded.

Afterward, Tristan astonishingly said, "Did Dylan create those hickeys on your neck?"

I was shocked, "Dr. Shelton, you can't say such things."

"That was Frederic." This time it was an affirmative sentence.

"I came to see a doctor, why are you so concerned about this?" I wondered.

Tristan froze, seemingly realizing the inappropriateness as well. Finally, he uttered the doctor's necessary advice, "Well, if you don't want to continue staying in the hospital, rest well and quit smoking, drinking, and staying up late. I will prescribe some medication for you, remember to take it on time."

Ten minutes later, I picked up the medicine and left the hospital. Marcel dutifully drove me back home.

After arriving home, I didn't immediately get off the car. Instead, I asked Marcel, "Marcel, it seems like you haven't gone back home for the New Year in the past two years, right?"