Chapter 153: Natalie In Pain
The man’s brow furrowed, and he took a step forward. "It is my business when I’m the owner of this hotel." He glanced at Natalie over John’s shoulder, and could clearly guess what was wrong with her. "I know her. I’m Steve Davis—her friend, Mia’s fiancé."
Though he was not on good terms with Mia, Steve felt it was the way to assure John.
Hearing Mia’s name, John relaxed slightly, though he kept his guard up. "She’s not feeling well, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interfere."
"John..." Natalie’s weak, pained voice reached him. "Hurry..."
Steve stepped aside from his suite’s door, gesturing toward it. "Take her to my suite. That one’s under maintenance."
John shot him a wary glance, debating whether to trust him, but he had no choice. He wrapped an arm around Natalie to support her as she leaned heavily against him, desperate for any comfort, even if it was John.
He guided her inside the suite, her grip on him tightening with each step. Once inside, he eased her toward the sofa, but she clung to him for the wrong reasons—her drugged mind clouding her intentions. With firm resolve, he gently but forcefully pushed her onto the sofa to break her hold.
Natalie curled up on the cushions, her expression contorted with pain, her body glistening with sweat.
John stepped back immediately, keeping his distance. "The doctor will be here soon. Stay put. I’ll be just outside."
"Don’t... go..." Natalie’s voice was a pained plea, her eyes filled with desperation.
But John ignored the plea, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. He took his place outside, standing guard like a sentinel and pulled out his cellphone again to check something.