"She's stable for now." With the immediate crisis over, Serena put away her tools and methodically wiped her fingers. "She has a congenital heart condition. Her episode was triggered by emotional distress."
Nicholas's gaze remained fixed on Brianna. Seeing the color return to her face and her breathing steady, the fist he'd been clenching slowly relaxed.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the fingers the girl was wiping—slender, pale, with beautifully formed knuckles.
He smiled, a profound emotion swirling in the depths of his dark eyes. "Thank you."
Serena tossed the wet wipe into the trash, then picked up her canvas bag, her expression nonchalant. "No need."
"What do you mean, no need?" Nicholas lifted his mesmerizing eyes, which seemed to ripple with a bewitching light, adding a devilish charm to his ethereally handsome face. "You've worked hard today, Dr. Lancaster. It's getting late... why don't we have dinner together?"
Serena glanced at the time. "No, thanks. I have a family dinner to get to. I have to go."
As she spoke, she unzipped her canvas bag, pulled out a plain-looking porcelain vial, and handed it to Nicholas.
The vial had no label, but a faint, pleasant medicinal scent emanated from it.
"One of these a day. It will help protect your sister's heart. This is a month's supply. After she finishes them, her heart should be stable and her system rebalanced. Then we can consider a more permanent treatment plan."
Nicholas reached out to take it, his long fingers seeming to brush against Serena's fingertips accidentally.
A jolt, like an electric current, shot through her.
It tingled.
Serena's fingers instinctively recoiled slightly.
She looked up sharply, her eyes meeting the man's gaze, which swirled like a spring tide.
His impossibly handsome face was just inches away.

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