10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 125 - Hospital Visit

She followed very quickly behind him, having to literally jog to keep up as his incredibly long legs stormed through the sterile corridor.

The bright hospital completely reeked of strong antiseptic and cold, unfeeling professionalism. Bright white walls. Shining white floors. Harsh fluorescent lighting that made absolutely everything feel sterile and lifeless.

Thalia hated it already.

She walked very fast, just slightly behind Ermond as his heavy steps echoed loudly through the quiet corridor. Her hand brushed anxiously against her chest again.

’Why does it feel so tight?’ she wondered, deeply confused. ’He’s probably not dying. He’s probably just bruised or something.’

Still, the heavy feeling definitely didn’t leave her.

’Maybe it’s misplaced guilt. Maybe it’s anger. Maybe I’m just incredibly tired from work.’

But that definitely wasn’t it. Not really.

Her small fingers curled tightly into a soft fist. She fiercely told herself she absolutely wasn’t worried.

She totally didn’t care.

And then the heavy doors automatically opened.

Room 117.

What she saw immediately inside completely knocked every single breath from her lungs.

Cruxius was clearly there—very much alive, sitting upright, and completely in one piece. He absolutely wasn’t groaning in pain, or wincing, or even being professionally checked by doctors.

He was passionately kissing someone.

The woman leaned very closely over him, her long, elegant fingers slipping intimately into his dark hair, her soft lips locked tightly against his exactly like the entire world outside didn’t exist.

She was very tall—definitely taller than Thalia, for sure. Incredibly long legs wrapped perfectly in tight black trousers beneath a crisp, expensive white doctor’s coat that opened slightly at her narrow waist.

The side slit revealed absolutely just enough curve of her full hips to look highly intentional. She possessed that specific kind of beauty that definitely wasn’t soft or approachable—it was incredibly sharp, highly structured. Exactly like she absolutely knew the intense effect she had on men and totally didn’t apologize for it.

Her back arched very slightly as she leaned deeply into him, her coat shifting to fully reveal a tightly fitted silk blouse beneath, stretching very tight across the heavy swell of her chest, the top few buttons completely undone to reveal her cleavage.

A delicate gold necklace glinted faintly around her long neck, drawing the eye directly downward—exactly right to where his large hand rested intimately on her waist.

Her official name tag read: Dr. Seleyena V.

Thalia froze completely in the doorway.

Something instantly snapped deep inside her chest.

She didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink.

Her heart literally skipped a full beat. Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. It literally missed a beat and came roaring back with a violent, painful thump.

’Why... does this feel so horribly stuffy?’

She intensely didn’t want to look. But she completely couldn’t stop staring.

Seleyena finally pulled slowly back, her full lips slightly red and swollen, her dark, gorgeous eyes half-lidded and confident as hell. Her lazy gaze slid casually toward the door—and then completely stopped dead on Thalia.

"D-Doctor Seleyena?" It was a sudden, jarring moment of pure realization when Thalia suddenly recognized that stunning woman, who was absolutely none other than the exact same doctor who had previously consoled her, who had kindly helped her in her most difficult times.

And now that exact same caring doctor was passionately kissing the arrogant man who had brought her so much pain before, and even now.

’!’

Seleyena’s breath instantly caught the very moment she recognized the people standing in the doorway.

Her dark eyes widened completely, already highly hazy from the deep kiss, and her entire tall body stiffened exactly like a wire pulled tight. Her sultry confidence completely shattered on the spot.

It was exactly as if she instantly recognized the specific girl standing frozen at the door.

"Th-Thalia...?"

She took a very awkward, stumbling step back, nearly tripping clumsily over her own expensive shoes. The light crimson flush on her high cheeks darkened instantly to a deep, embarrassing red. Her hand flew quickly to her swollen lips as if to desperately hide the kiss that had already intimately happened.

Ermond stepped fully inside with an incredibly cold, judging expression, his sharp eyes sweeping violently from the flustered Seleyena to the relaxed Cruxius, with absolutely all the calm of a highly disappointed judge right before a harsh verdict.

Seleyena looked exactly like her brain had completely short-circuited. A tiny, cartoon-like puff of absolute panic seemed to escape her head. She opened her mouth to try and speak, but absolutely no coherent words came out.

Just a tiny, pathetic squeak. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Then she turned rapidly on her heel, her white coat swishing loudly behind her exactly like she was about to desperately flee a brutal crime scene.

But Cruxius caught her wrist completely effortlessly.

"Don’t run," he said smoothly, with that incredibly usual, infuriatingly lazy grin. "You’re a highly trained doctor. Aren’t you supposed to be incredibly composed?"

"I-I was just thoroughly checking your—your pulse—!" Seleyena stammered wildly, desperately trying to pull away. Her usually confident voice cracked embarrassingly halfway through.

Ermond stepped firmly forward. "What is the exact meaning of this, Master?"

Cruxius leaned casually back into the hospital pillow exactly like he totally owned the room, his long fingers still loosely holding Seleyena’s trembling hand. "Can’t you clearly see?" he said smoothly. "She’s my personal doctor."

"I can definitely see that," Ermond replied completely flatly. "What I totally fail to see is absolutely any medical treatment being given."

Cruxius smirked lazily. "She was thoroughly massaging my lips. Giving me much-needed oxygen. It’s a very... highly personal recovery plan."

Seleyena looked exactly like she might genuinely faint.

"That’s not—! I totally didn’t—!" she squeaked loudly, finally yanking her hand free with a desperate pull.

Thalia absolutely hadn’t moved a single inch.

Her wide eyes were still completely locked on the humiliating scene. Her small hands hung limply at her sides, her fingers very slightly curled. Her chest felt incredibly tight again—tight in a highly painful way she couldn’t name.

’Why does it sting so much? Why am I even feeling this?’

Ermond shook his head very slowly, exactly like a deeply disappointed parent. "They really absolutely don’t have any dignity, Master."

Cruxius tilted his handsome head, his golden gaze flicking very briefly toward the frozen Thalia before resting smoothly back on the butler. "No," he said, almost highly mockingly. "Definitely not. Especially not when a stunning woman like her approaches me so willingly."

Seleyena’s breath hitched painfully. She stared at him exactly like he’d just violently slapped her with his cruel words.

That was exactly when her immense pride finally caught up fully with her deep embarrassment. Her swollen lips trembled, and without absolutely another word, she turned and rushed wildly out the door, her expensive shoes tapping very hard against the white tile floor.

The heavy silence left behind was incredibly ugly. Thick.

Thalia absolutely didn’t speak.

Didn’t even glare.

Didn’t frown.

But her heart was thudding so incredibly loud she could barely hear absolutely anything else in the room.

Cruxius leaned his head back lazily, closing his golden eyes for a brief moment as he was fully expecting Thalia’s sudden arrival here, and given the exact timing being so perfect, he added smoothly, "Can you leave us completely alone for a few moments, Ermond? I urgently need to talk with Thalia privately...."

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Hospital Wing – Level 5 | Exactly Ten Minutes After the Train Incident

The heavy glass doors slid smoothly open with a soft whisper, ushering in the tense trio with a massive rush of freezing night air.