?<strong>Chapter 468:</strong>


    “I heard Stephen Finch is arranging a marriage for his granddaughter.”


    “M?” Though she wasn’t particrly interested, Joelle felt a flicker of curiosity. “Who did he arrange for her?”


    “I heard it’s Mr. Miller. He went to visit Stephen as soon as he got off the ne. Could they be discussing the impending marriage?” The nurse’s words seemed almost too far-fetched, and Joelle found it hard to believe.


    Adrian had promised he woulde to visit her as soon as hended. Yet, considering the time that had passed, he should have arrived by now. Why hadn’t he shown up?


    The nurse, sensing she had said enough, added, “Ms. Watson, don’t overthink it. It’s just some idle gossip among us. I’m just here to keep you informed. Mr. Miller is quite remarkable; any woman would be captivated by him.”


    Joelle, far from naive, understood the implications in the nurse’s words. While Adrian’s meeting with Stephen was one thing, the gossipers around her seemed to have their own motives.


    Joelle nced at the nurse’s name tag,mitting it to memory.


    As soon as the nurse left, Joelle immediately contacted the hospital director and arranged for the nurse’s termination.


    Just then, there was a knock at the door.


    Joelle couldn’t identify the caller, but she was sure it wasn’t Adrian. After all, Adrian would never knock before entering.


    “Come in,” she said.


    The door creaked open, and Joelle began to sit up, only to freeze in surprise. Her eyes widened as she saw none other than Adrian standing in the doorway.


    Joelle was filled with a mixture of astonishment and joy.


    He held a stunning bouquet of delicate pink roses, which he had asked Can to procure before he disembarked from the ne.


    Despite being busy with countless responsibilities, Adrian always found time for gestures like this. It wasn’t time that people were reluctant to give, but effort and thoughtfulness.


    Joelle epted the bouquet, the fragrance of the roses mingling with a subtle undertone of sandalwood. She tugged at Adrian’s clothing, pulling him closer, and the scent of sandalwood surrounded him even more vividly.


    She had encountered this scent before; it felt like a distant memory, haunting and familiar.


    “You met with Stephen?” she asked.


    Adrian was taken aback by her perceptiveness, but he had no intention of hiding the truth.


    He removed his coat and draped it over the back of the sofa before sitting down beside Joelle. “I was just about to tell you.”


    Joelle, holding the bouquet Adrian had just given her, felt a slight unease. “The first person you met after getting off the ne wasn’t me.”


    Adrian gently patted her head, teasing her. “Are you jealous of an old man?”


    She wasn’t jealous. It was more a reflection on the nurse’s conversation earlier. “What did you talk about?” she asked.


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