I reluctantly looked at Oliver, whispering, "Mr. Oliver, why don't you go home to avoid agitating her again when she wakes up? Her recovery is the most important."Before potentially hurting him, I added, "Let's take things slowly. Give her some time to think things through.”Oliver stood motionless, gazing at the sleeping Lauren for a long time. Finally, he said to me reluctantly, "Thank you for your effort.""This is what I should do," I replied lightly. "Give her some time. Perhaps she needs time to heal."When I mentioned healing, Oliver understood what I was referring to. It was a wound in Lauren's heart. From her behavior today, I knew that the wound hadn't healed. At the slightest touch, it would still bleed.Oliver stepped back, but his eyes were unwilling to leave Lauren's face. I didn't know what kind of storm might be raging beneath his calm exterior.Lauren's words had reflected her inner thoughts, pointing at Oliver's vulnerability. Only he knew how much pain he was
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