Chapter 3The Blood Bargain

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed.

I looked up and met Noah’s worried gaze. His voice was soft. “Miss Miller, are you alright? The doctor said you’re suffering from malnutrition.”

“I’m so sorry,” he continued, his face filled with guilt. “If I had known about your condition beforehand, I never would have let you donate blood.”

I shook my head. “It’s my own fault, it has nothing to do with you. The malnutrition is because…”

“Hahaha! I was right!”

Before I could finish, Hannah’s triumphant voice cut me off. “Cassie, this is what you get for not listening to me! I warned you, these rich people see you as nothing more than a walking blood bag!”

She laughed coldly. “It’s not too late to regret it!”

As she spoke, she lunged toward me, reaching for the IV needle in my arm.

Thankfully, Noah’s reflexes were quick. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

That small action was all it took for Hannah to completely lose it.

“What do you think you’re doing? Why are you touching me? Did you really think I’m as pathetic as Cassie, fawning all over you rich people?”

Watching her get lost in her own little drama, I couldn’t help but laugh. If I remembered correctly, this was her attempt at playing hard to get. It was a tactic she’d learned from some trashy romance novel, one where the heroine wins over a billionaire by acting like a cold, aloof flower. Hannah was trying to follow that script.

Noah’s brow furrowed in annoyance. “Miss Davis, if I’m not mistaken, this is a private room. Cassie needs to rest. Please leave immediately.”

Her ego bruised, Hannah crossed her arms. “Did you hear that, Cassie?”