When She Turns Her Back Novel

Three minutes 369 Summary After finishing her treatment, Teresa found herself too weak to stand and quietly reached for Troy's hand. Troy immediately helped her up, disregarding her protests about his own injuries, and carried her back to bed. He carefully settled her in, showing deep concern despite his exhaustion. Teresa, confused by his presence and silence, asked why he was there, but Troy remained quiet until he suddenly pulled her into a tight, emotional embrace, revealing his worry and frustration over her not telling him about her injury.

Teresa admitted she had fallen down the stairs alone, prompting Troy's sharp concern and disbelief that she hadn't been more careful or open with him. Their tense exchange revealed Troy's protective nature and Teresa's stubbornness. Despite the emotional moment, Troy gently reminded her to eat, offering to get her food, but Teresa's response was distant and cold, signaling unresolved tension between them. When Troy left to get food, he almost bumped into Sylvia, a former classmate of Teresa's now undergoing training at the hospital.

Sylvia's warm but cautious greeting contrasted with Troy's cool, distant demeanor. She expressed concern for Teresa and insisted on checking on her, despite Troy's reluctance. Sylvia's presence introduced a new layer of complexity, as she revealed to Teresa that she had feelings for Troy and believed he was meant to marry her. Sylvia's declaration unsettled Teresa, who recognized the rivalry and the changed dynamics between them. Sylvia urged Teresa to keep her distance from Troy, claiming her own claim on him, which left Teresa silent and reflective.

After Sylvia left, Teresa was left alone with her tangled emotions, watching the IV drip and grappling with the complicated situation. When Troy returned with a large amount of food, Teresa rejected it coldly, stating she would only eat what Charles brought her. This refusal highlighted the growing emotional distance and unresolved conflicts among the characters, setting the stage for further tension. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 369 Once Teresa finished, she realized she couldn't stand on her own. Quietly, she reached out and tugged at Troy's hand.

Troy immediately understood and helped steady her as she rose. When she was finally upright, he pressed the flush button on the IV, grabbed the IV bag with one hand, and with the other, reached out to lift her. Concerned about Troy's own injuries, Teresa quickly protested, "I'm fine. I can get in bed myself." But Troy ignored her refusal. Without waiting for permission, he scooped her up effortlessly in one arm. Back at the hospital bed, Troy carefully hung the IV bag back on its stand and gently eased Teresa down onto the mattress.

He tucked the blanket around her with tender care before settling into the chair by her side. The effort left beads of sweat shining on Troy's forehead, but he didn't say a word or even glance at Teresa after sitting down. Curious and a little unsettled, Teresa turned to face him. "Why are you here?" she asked softly, confusion flickering in her eyes. Troy met her gaze for a moment but remained silent. Growing impatient, Teresa pressed, "Troy, why are you ignoring me?" Suddenly, Troy could hold back no longer. He sat up slightly and pulled Teresa tightly against him.

His embrace was fierce, as if by holding her close he could somehow make her a part of himself. Teresa froze, her body stiffening under his arms, and she could hear his quiet, choked sobs right next to her ear. Her own heart twisted painfully at the sound. Finally, Troy's voice broke through, low and filled with worry. "Why didn't you tell me?" Despite the tears in his voice, Teresa managed a weak smile. "It's nothing serious. I'm okay." Troy's frustration flared. "Why do you always pretend you're fine when you're not?" "I'm not pretending," Teresa replied, shaking her head.

Troy gently pushed her away, gripping her shoulders firmly. His eyes were sharp and intense as he stared her down. "I just saw what happened. How can you say you're not putting on a brave face?" Teresa fell silent, unsure how to respond. Noticing her eyes drop, Troy pressed further. "How did you get hurt?" "I wasn't careful," Teresa admitted quietly. "I fell down the stairs by myself." Troy's gaze darkened with suspicion. "Are you telling me the truth?" She nodded firmly. "Yes.

I swear I'm not lying." Troy sank back into the chair, his eyes lingering on her swollen leg, which gleamed painfully from the injury. His voice was thick with concern. "How did you let yourself get hurt this badly? Were you not paying attention at all? Teresa, why do you have to be such a fool?" Teresa forced a bitter smile. "Thanks," she said dryly. Troy shot back, "What, are you trying to kick me out again?" Her voice caught.

"Troy, you..." But before she could finish, Troy interrupted, "You can try all you want, Teresa, but you'll never get rid of me." She had no words to respond and remained quiet. After a moment, Troy's eyes, still red and tired, softened as he asked gently, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Teresa almost lied, about to say yes, but then realized her stomach was empty. She stayed silent, unwilling to fib. Troy noticed her hesitation but didn't push. Instead, he said softly, "I'll go get you something to eat.

If you need anything, just press the nurse's call button." Before Teresa could respond, Troy was already on his feet, heading out of the room. As soon as he stepped into the hallway, he nearly bumped into Sylvia. She was dressed in a white lab coat, her face partly covered by a mask. Yet even with the mask on, Troy recognized her immediately by those clear, expressive eyes that looked up at him, a little surprised. He was about to walk past, but Sylvia quickly pulled off her mask and smiled warmly. "Mr. Hamilton." Troy stopped and returned a polite smile. "Miss Monroe.

What brings you here?" His tone was cool, distant-as if they were mere acquaintances. Sylvia sensed the chill in his voice but didn't take offense. Calmly, she explained, "I'm here for a year-long training program. There's a complicated case in OB-GYN, so I came to orthopedics to ask one of the doctors to come down for a consult." Troy nodded briefly. "Go ahead, then." He clearly wanted to keep his distance. But Sylvia wasn't ready to let the matter drop. She glanced into the room and saw Teresa sitting propped up against the bed. Concern crept into her voice as she asked, "Mr.

Hamilton, is Teresa okay?" Troy paused, then replied coolly, "She's fine. You should get back to your work." Sylvia still looked worried. Moving toward the door, she said, "I'll go check on her." Troy almost stopped her, but in the end, he just nodded shortly. "Alright." Sylvia stepped inside, but Troy didn't follow. He figured since Sylvia and Teresa had been classmates, nothing would go wrong. Feeling somewhat reassured, he left to get some breakfast. When Teresa saw Sylvia enter, a flicker of confusion crossed her face.

"Sylvia?" Sylvia smiled softly and took the chair Troy had just vacated. Sitting up straight, she fixed Teresa with a steady gaze. "Are you okay?" Teresa nodded. "Yeah." Sylvia's smile deepened, her eyes gentle. "Teresa, I saw the way Mr. Hamilton looked at you earlier. He really cares about you." Teresa bit her lip, struggling to find the right words. "He..." Seeing Teresa's hesitation, Sylvia interrupted, "I've always been the one there for him. But this time, I'm not backing down-I'm going to fight for him, no matter what." Teresa fell silent.

Watching her quietness, Sylvia gave a faint, almost sad smile. "Teresa, what you have now-it was supposed to be mine." Teresa's expression hardened. "I know." It was clear now-Sylvia had changed. Sylvia reached out and took Teresa's hand firmly. "Since you know, then keep your distance from him. He was meant to marry me." Teresa said nothing, only met Sylvia's gaze in silence. In that moment, Sylvia felt like a stranger, leaving Teresa feeling unsettled and adrift. After saying her piece, Sylvia rose and left the room without another word.

Teresa watched her go, her mind swirling with thoughts she couldn't quite sort out. Her eyes fixed on the IV drip as it slowly emptied, her emotions tangled and growing more complicated by the minute. Before long, Troy returned, his hands full of food containers and bags-seven or eight in total, all different shapes and sizes. He carefully placed each item on the bedside table, then settled back into his chair. Noticing Sylvia was gone, he said nothing about her visit.

Looking at the spread of food, Troy admitted, "I don't know what you want, so just pick whatever you want to eat." Teresa turned her head toward the food, her eyes scanning the options. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice cold and distant. "No. I don't want anything you brought. Charles is bringing me food. I'll only eat what he brings me." Conclusion The chapter delicately unfolds the fragile emotional state of Teresa and Troy, revealing their deep, unspoken concerns and vulnerabilities.

Troy's protective actions and raw emotions contrast sharply with Teresa's guarded demeanor, highlighting the tension between care and pride that defines their relationship. Sylvia's unexpected visit introduces a new layer of complexity, stirring unresolved feelings and challenging the fragile peace Teresa and Troy have found, leaving the atmosphere thick with unspoken words and silent struggles. As the chapter closes, Teresa's refusal of Troy's food in favor of Charles's offerings subtly underscores the emotional distance growing between her and Troy, despite his evident devotion.

As Sylvia's intentions become clearer and her presence grows more assertive, Teresa finds herself caught in an uneasy triangle, where loyalty, love, and rivalry collide. The tension simmering beneath their interactions hints at difficult choices and confrontations yet to come, leaving readers eager to uncover how these relationships will evolve. At the same time, Troy's protective yet conflicted demeanor suggests that his own struggles are far from over.