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    Katelyn didn’t notice anything until Vincent ced several white boxes on her desk, pulling her attention back to the present.

    She looked up instinctively and realized they were cold medicines.

    She quickly rified, “Mr. Adams, I’ve already brought medicine with me.”

    “Keep these as a backup. If your condition gets worse tonight, make sure you go to the hospital,” Vincent replied in a tone that left no room for disagreement.

    From what he could tell, she didn’t appear to have a fever at the moment.

    He had been thinking about sending her home to rest, but he had not anticipated that she would be somitted to her work. Katelyn put the medicine into her drawer, looking at him with a serious expression. “I appreciate it, Mr. Adams,” she said sincerely.

    As Katelyn spoke, she stood up and started to walk toward the break room with her cup in hand, but her legs suddenly gave out, and shepletely lost consciousness.

    In thest moments before she fainted, she thought she heard Vincent’s voice filled with concern.

    “Katelyn!”

    Without a second thought, Vincent drove her to the hospital as fast as he could.

    The doctor conducted a thorough examination, prescribed medication, and administered an injection.

    After everything wasplete, Vincent sat quietly in the chair next to her, watching her silently.

    She didn’t sleep peacefully. Even while resting, her brow was slightly furrowed, as if she were caught in a bad dream.

    Vincent made no sound. He simply stayed by her side and waited for her to wake up.

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    When she finally opened her eyes, it was already afternoon. The strong smell of disinfectant filled the room, sharp and unpleasant. Katelyn looked up at the white ceiling above, then noticed the IV drip attached to her hand.

    It was then that she remembered fainting suddenly at the office. She looked around and noticed Vincent, who was still focused on his work.

    He was sitting nearby, hisptop positioned on hisp, rapidly typing away.

    Since she couldn’t view the screen, she managed to call out in a raspy voice, “Mr. Adams?”

    Her voice alerted Vincent that she was awake. He immediately set aside hisptop and approached her. “How are you feeling? Do you feel any better?”

    Katelyn lifted her hand to her forehead and sighed in frustration. “I’m dealing with a headache.”

    She had assumed it was just a cold with a stuffy nose that had bothered her. How had she ended up fainting?

    “The doctor mentioned you’re running a mild fever. You shouldn’t be working while you’re ill. From now on, please take sick leave if you’re not feeling well.”

    After a moment of hesitation, she began, “But what about my designs?”

    “Your health is more important than any design work. If you’re not feeling well, the quality of your work could suffer. Please prioritize your health over work, for both your sake and thepany’s.”

    Vincent looked at her intently, and hisst words carried a weight of emphasis.

    At first, his words seemed straightforward, but upon reflection, they resonated with care and concern. Particrly at that moment, the usual sternness and distance in his eyes seemed to vanish, reced by deep concern.

    Vincent…

    She quickly dismissed the thought. As her employer, it was natural for him to be concerned about her health, especially after she fainted.

    She hadn’t considered any other implications.

    Finally, she nodded and gratefully responded, “I understand. Thank you, Mr. Adams.”

    “You’re wee. Feel free to rest a bit longer. You might need toe in for an infusion tomorrow,” he said, his tone returning to its usual detachment.

    She nodded in agreement, feeling exhausted.

    Ever since receiving the assignment from the Adams Group, she had faced daily pressure, which only intensified as theunch event approached.

    Moreover, Neil and Lise asionally caused her distress, adding to her troubles.

    Just as she gathered her thoughts and prepared to rest, she experienced a sudden sharp pain in her lower abdomen, as though an unseen knife had stabbed her.

    Then she felt something warm and sticky between her thighs, causing her body to tense and her face to flush instantly.

    A sense of dread washed over her.

    What could she do? Was it her menstrual period? It seemed about the right time, though.

    “Is everything okay?” Vincent asked, noticing her pale face.

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