Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation
Chapter 53 Do You Want to Take a Picture and Show it to Your Mr. Preston?

"Heh!" George's lips curled into a smile.

He wanted to say, 'Your boss doesn't have any morals and still wants me to have medical ethics,' but when he saw Donny take out his phone, he just rolled his eyes.

The next second, George put his hand on Clara's shoulder, smiling gently and considerately. "Baby, I was just teasing you! Accidents don't happen while drawing blood, let alone when I'm the one doing it. Just don't faint because I'm too handsome."

"Thank you." Clara smiled and patted his hand away.

Once they had arrived at the blood donation center George first took Clara to do some checks. After confirming that she was in good health, he was ready to draw blood.

Clara had thought that the needle used to draw blood would be the same as the needle used to inject medicine. However, once George removed the packaging, the long and thick needle caused fear to rise in her heart.

Her arm trembled, and she quickly looked away.

"Compared to Ethan, I am indeed more handsome," George tutted. "So handsome you don't even dare look at me."

Being teased like this, Clara laughed out loud. Even knowing he was trying to shift his attention, her tense body still gradually relaxed.

Clara pursed his lower lip. "So, are you a top or a bottom?"

"What, do you want to share your husband with me?" George asked with a smile, then he stuck the needle in his hand steadily and ruthlessly into her white arm.

Clara sucked in a breath of cold air in response to the pain and her body tensed up again.

George glanced at her and continued to divert her attention, "In principle, I am a top, however if your husband prefers it, I can also be a bottom..."

Clara was only curious.

Hearing him say this, she thought about the time when Ethan had refused her body, and she quickly imagined the sultry scene of George with his hands pinned against the door by Ethan. Could it be that Ethan disliked her that much because he preferred... men?

Soon, the empty, transparent bag was filled with bright red blood. Clara, whose complexion were originally rosy, became sickly pale.

Even Donny, who had experienced life and death many times, couldn't bear to see Clara pale countenance any longer, and turned his back to her.

Seeing this, George insisted on holding the blood bag in front of him. He even smiled as he said, "Three hundred milliliters of blood, still hot. Do you want to take a picture to show your Mr. Preston?" The corner of Donny's eyes twitched. "No need......"

Clara, who was still lying on the hospital bed, was a little baffled to see this scene.

What was going on here?

George left the rest of the work to a nurse and stayed to talk with Clara while also observing her recovery.

After confirming that she had no symptoms, George called a nurse, "Find Director Hubert of the inpatient department and ask for a VIP ward. In a bit I'll have Clara stay there."

"No!" After lying on the bed for more than ten minutes, Clara felt that her strength had most recovered. "I will go back with Donny."

Because grandma had passed away in the hospital, she didn't want to stay in the hospital for too long.

"No, your body is special. You must be hospitalized for observation after drawing blood." Although George was smiling, his tone brooked no argument.

He added, "Ethan has nothing except a lot of money."

She didn't know if it was her impression, but she thought she could hear a hint of ridicule in George's words...

"Madam, listen to Dr. Deleon's and stay in the hospital." Donny put the phone back in his pocket, "I have already told Mae to make dinner. Once Baxter has returned from work, I will have him go to the hospital to accompany you and bring you dinner."

"Okay." Clara nodded and didn't refuse this time.

The inpatient VIP ward was luxurious and had two bedrooms and a living room. Donny left soon after bringing Clara to the ward.

Perhaps it was because too much was blood had been drawn at once, but as soon as she turned on the TV her stomach started rumbling from hunger. Clara wanted to eat, and especially wanted to eat something sweet.

There were several different snacks on the table, but they were biscuits, and walnuts, but no candy.

Clara remembered that when she had entered the inpatient building, there was an automatic vending machine in the corner of the lobby. Thinking there should be candy for sale there she put on her coat and went out.

She went to the elevator, pressed the elevator button, and inadvertently saw two women coming over from the corridor.

The woman on the left had black hair spread across her shoulders, and her face was pretty. She wore a long and loose purple dress, and her stomach bulged slightly.