Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce
Chapter 1000 Destruction Is Also a Form of Love

Chapter 1000 Destruction Is Also a Form of Love

The doctor did not dare to neglect and hurried forward to check. He first listened to the stethoscope and then tested the temperature. "She has a high fever of 39 degrees. I guess it's inflammation caused by the wound. I need to check the recovery of the wound."

Hawk nodded but frowned when he saw the doctor taking off her clothes. He got up, walked to the bed, and grabbed the man's hand. "What are you doing?"

Although the doctor was also on their side, he wasn't in the frontline like he was. Even a slight grip on his hand caused him pain, making his heart tremble. "I... I just wanted to take a look at the patient's wounds."

Hawk looked at Evelyn, who was still in a coma and went straight to the bed. "Let me do it."

He had been with women before, mostly fleeting encounters without any emotional attachment. They were mere objects in his eyes, and he had never invested any surplus emotions, let alone tenderly taking care of them. But now, as he delicately tried to remove her clothes, his hands seemed to disobey his commands.

Finally, he untied her clothes and pulled her collar to one side, revealing only the bruise for the doctor to see.

"The wound, indeed, hasn't healed completely. The weather is quite hot now, and if the medication is not applied promptly, it may hinder recovery. It's also important to keep the wound well-ventilated and avoid excessive heat. I will prepare the medication right away." The doctor took out a medicine bottle from the medical kit and started preparing the prescription. "It's not too serious at the moment. I will administer some fever-reducing and anti-inflammatory medication, and by tonight, it should be better."

The icy needle pierced into the vein on the back of Evelyn's hand, and as the blood flowed back, the doctor released the switch of the IV drip. Hawk pulled the nearby blanket over her upper body to shield it, but once the doctor left the room, he uncovered the wound again, exposing it.

He suddenly called out to Mark behind him, "Is there a fan?"

Deep within the mountains and forests, nestled beside a local winding river, this wooden cabin was built on the water's edge, supported by several pillars, suspended in the air. There were no electrical lines here, and everything operated on batteries, let alone a fan.

Mark was stunned. Then, he remembered that there was a small fan with a battery. "Yes."

"Give me one."

This time, Mark was even more confused. Hawk had grown up in such an environment, naturally adapting and familiar with it. Even during the hot summer, he simply took off his clothes and dipped into the river to cool off. So why would he suddenly need a fan?

Mark glanced at Evelyn, lying on the bed, and suddenly understood. He pursed his lips and asked, "Hawk, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"You don't have to take care of her. She's just our hostage." Mark remembered that Hawk hadn't been like this when Evelyn was mentioned some time ago. "Do you have Stockholm Syndrome or something?" "Mark!" Hawk shouted in a low voice, his expression turning menacing as he turned to look at him. Despite his smile, he appeared intimidating. "Since when is it your turn to lecture me on what I do?" Mark held his breath, and his cheeks twitched slightly from the pressure of his clenched teeth. After a few seconds of contemplation, he lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything else. I'm just worried about you."

"What are you worried about?" Hawk walked up to him. "Are you worried that I will fall in love with her?"

"No!" Mark denied it. Although the thought had briefly crossed his mind earlier, he knew well enough that Hawk was Hawk. He understood just how ruthless and unfeeling this man could be. There was no way he would ever express love or affection towards a woman.

He would never do that, so Mark subconsciously denied it.

Hawk didn't soften his expression in response to his words. His large palm lifted and landed heavily on Mark's shoulder, pressing down firmly twice. A storm brewed within his brown eyes as he spoke, "People like us stopped loving a long time ago. I just don't want her to die too quickly."

Mark bent down almost 90 degrees. "I'm sorry. I'll get someone to bring it over immediately."

Hawk looked at the back of Mark and turned to look at the woman on the bed behind him.

Love?

He sneered. If destruction was a kind of love, he could give it to her.