Chapter 97

Giselle lay on Reagan's back. He lowered his gaze, immediately noticing her swollen ankle. His brows tightened, and without breaking a sweat, he carried her up the cliff. Giselle had no idea where he stepped, how he moved, or what path he took. All she knew was that by the time she came to her senses, they were already on flat ground. As soon as she slid down from his back, a sharp pain shot through her foot, and she nearly fell. Reagan caught her arm just in time. "If you don't want this foot anymore, you might as well cut it off. No need to torture it like this." Giselle gave him a goofy smile, her cheeks burning red. It didn't take long for Reagan to realize that the flush wasn't normal. He instinctively reached out and touched her forehead. He cursed under his breath before picking her up again. He shoved her into the car and headed straight for the hospital. Timothy Hawks had already received the call and was waiting there. The moment he saw Reagan, he hurried over, only to f