With a roll, Bailey came to his senses and found himself lying on the Simmons bed, covered with a blanket. It was only then that she remembered that this was not home, but the high-ranking official ward of the Hospital. She was so tired today that she fell asleep in front of the television without realizing it.

Bailey was thirsty and got up to pour some water. Just as she pushed open the door, she stepped on a soft object, tripped and lost her balance. She fell down.

She did not fall to the ground but fell into the man's broad embrace. The military badge on the man's shoulder stung her cheek.

"Are you okay?" Henry reached out and turned on the table lamp on the coffee table. In the incandescent light, his handsome and straight military uniform added a touch of depth to the mature man.

Bailey did not understand how Henry could be here late at night. Subconsciously, she looked towards the ward, where her mother was sleeping soundly and two nurses were sitting beside the bed, closely watching the high, large medical equipment in the ward.

"Every four hours, there's a change of nurse. You don't need to worry." Henry brought Bailey a glass of water, and she picked it up and drank it clean.

"What about the hospitalization expenses?" Bailey looked at Henry with concern.

"Just a little money." Henry looked so indifferent.

Not counting the wages, not counting the medicine, it's two thousand yuan just for a day here, and he says it's small money. If it's small money, what can be considered big money?

"Imported drug-coated stents are still quite expensive." Henry, holding Tessa's medical record in his hand, said seriously.

"About how much?" There's hardly any savings at home. The only valuable thing is the house. Bailey considered moving his mother to a regular ward tomorrow and taking care of her all night long, although the conditions there were not comparable to those in a high-ranking official ward, but it could save a lot of money.

"I'll take care of the money." Henry straightened his uniform and stood up gracefully.

"We don't know each other either." Bailey thought about it and realized that she had only met Henry a few times. But now Henry was offering her much more help than that.

"We really don't know each other well. How about we get to know each other?" Henry bent down and hooked Bailey's face with his finger.

His hands were clean and beautiful, shining with a lustrous glow in the light. Those enchanting phoenix-like eyes, veiled in smoke and dew, were as black as the boundless night. Bailey's mind went blank and his scent lingered around him.

"Why me?" Bailey was still self-aware.

Henry is a handsome man and a powerful man. If he wants to find a woman, he can easily find a bunch. There is no reason for him to choose his own.

She wouldn't believe the fairy tale of love at first sight, for she was no longer the Bailey who was so captivated by Keith that she couldn't tell east from west.

"I am an AIDS patient, and everyone else discriminates against me, but you are an exception."

Bailey recalled the scene of their first meeting.

"You're good at martial arts and can protect me when we go out."

"That's fine." As a women's self-defense coach, dealing with a few big men is definitely better than his sickly nature.

"The last one, and the most important one." At this point, Henry's tone suddenly softened, "I like you."

It was the second time Bailey had heard Henry confess to her, the last time at a matchmaking event. At this moment, Henry's face was just a few centimeters away from hers, and his breath, with a gentle scent, landed on her face.

Such a handsome man, such a charming posture, such sweet words, not being tempted at all, that would be a lie.

"Blushing?" He loosened his hand, the thin corners of his lips slightly curved, drawing a graceful arc. "Am I taking advantage of someone's predicament? I don't force a woman, you have the right to refuse."

To be taken advantage of by someone to threaten you shows that you have some value. The most practical problems at hand are the stent, the hospitalization fee, the surgery, one more realistic than the other.

High-ranking officials' wards are as luxurious as presidential rooms in hotels. Bailey looked back at the bed he had just slept in. Though the pillows and quilt were a bit messy, it was a spacious and comfortable double bed. Take another look at the mahogany door, soundproof and windowless.

Everything here fits those conditions so strangely.

Bailey took a bottle of red wine from the bar counter, unscrewed the cork and took several big gulps straight into the mouth of the bottle.

She summoned up all her courage and said to Henry, "There must be safety measures."

She could give up her body, but not her life. He is an AIDS patient, and the deadly virus can infect her through close contact.

Henry sat back down on the sofa, raising his eyebrows and pursing his lips, suppressing his smile.

Seeing his smug look, Bailey thought of what she was about to give up and a sudden surge of anger welled up in her heart. She raised her neck, took a few more gulps of wine, and drank half a bottle of red wine. She shouted to Henry, "Can you be straightforward? You must have safety measures or I won't do it."

A nurse came out of the inner room and smiled at Bailey, saying, "Miss Bailey, keep your voice down. The patient needs to be quiet. We have a complete set of safety measures, easy access, excellent performance to prevent accidents and ensure no fatalities."

The nurse thought Bailey was complaining about the safety configuration in the ward, so she deliberately pointed out the fire extinguisher placed in the corner and talked about it non-stop.

The safety measures Bailey requested were not the same as what the nurse thought, but according to the characteristics described by the nurse, they miraculously met Bailey's requirements for safety measures.

"You're right. Isn't the greatest function of safety measures to prevent people from dying?"Bailey said awkwardly.

Henry was sitting on the sofa, laughing his head off and unable to speak. He waved his hand and asked the nurse to go back to the room to continue looking after Tessa.

"You're drunk." Henry sighed and put the bottle back where it was.

Bailey's cheeks flushed, his lips slightly open, his eyes blurred and his steps unsteady, "A little sober, I understand what you mean." She nudged Henry on the tip of his nose with her finger, unrestrainedly. She never touched a drop of alcohol on ordinary days, but now she got drunk as soon as she did.

"You got it wrong." Henry spoke openly and earnestly.

He grabbed Bailey's outstretched finger and gave it a gentle bite. Bailey's eyes sparkled with water, and he gave a drunken smile, charming, charming, and indescribable. The smile was like a bottomless trap that made Henry fall into it in an instant.

Such a lovely and sweet woman, such a charming night, is enough to make a man's blood boil and he can't control himself.

Henry snatched Bailey sideways onto the bed, unbuttoned her clothes, lowered his head and pressed his thin lips onto her fair skin...