Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 237 What’s With Your Hands 

The minor incident escaped the attention of others, and Kate found solace in Eric’s embrace, feeling a touch of embarrassment. 

“It’s not that I need you with me all the time,” she murmured. “I just don’t want you going far away.” 

Her voice was laced with unmistakable concern, and after a brief pause, she continued, “With things being so uncertain lately, I fear for your safety.” 

Eric let out a gentle laugh. “My dear Kate, always so considerate.” 

He gazed deeply into her eyes. “How about you come back to the office with me? I won’t go to Bastilla, but there are matters I need to tend to.” 

Kate shook her head with determination, a bright smile spreading across her face. “Go ahead, don’t worry about me. HN Studio just faced a crisis, and I can’t abandon ship now. You take care 

of your business.” 

Eric lingered for a moment, then kissed her one last time before reluctantly turning away. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

As he stepped out of HN Studio, his demeanour shifted, his face hardening with resolve. To the office,” he instructed Lucas. 

Lucas, puzzled, asked, “And Mrs. Kate?” 

Eric’s gaze turned icy. “Ensure she has adequate protection.” 

Kate may have resisted his involvement in HN Studio’s affairs, but he could not ignore her safety. It was a time fraught with danger, as old foes resurfaced in Bastilla, stirring unrest once more. Eric had planned to address matters personally in Bastilla, but Kate’s evident anxiety had swayed him. He resolved to send his men while he stayed to oversee the situation from home. 

It was a time fraught with danger, as old foes resurfaced in Bastilla, stirring unrest once more. 

Eric had planned to address matters personally in Bastilla, but Kate’s evident anxiety had swayed him. He resolved to send his men while he stayed to oversee the situation from home. 

As Kate watched Eric’s car disappear from view, the longing in her eyes slowly ebbed, replaced by a steely resolve. She methodically directed her employees to clean up the chaos within the studio. 

Without Eric by her side, she needed to stand strong, manage independently, and not add to his 

burdens. 

The morning slipped away amidst the bustle of activity. Kate flexed her aching hands. Though she hadn’t engaged in heavy labour, her wrists throbbed painfully, making it difficult to even hold a paintbrush. She had no choice but to delegate tasks to her staff, trusting them to restore order. 

“Ms. Lowe, your luncheon has arrived,” announced the assistant from beyond the threshold, soon. stepping inside to place the meal with a respectful bow upon Kate’s desk. 

Balance: 

1404 + 267 

Finished 

The assistant’s keen eyes noticed this, and she inquired with concern, “Ms. Lowe, is your wrist troubling you?” 

Kate, momentarily taken aback by the question, felt a slight flush of embarrassment but maintained her composed demeanor. “Just a bit,” she replied serenely. 

As the assistant deftly unwrapped the meal, she continued, “Ms. Lowe, it’s imperative you take care of your hands. I’ve heard that designers often suffer from ailments due to prolonged use of brushes. It can be quite detrimental.” 

You are, after all, the head of HN Studio. If your hands are in pain, you “shouldn’t overexert yourself. It’s important to find a balance between work and rest 

Kate let out a gentle laugh, “I understand.” 

Observing the faint tremor in Kate’s hand as she lifted the spoon, the assistant’s concern deepened. “Ms. Lowe, you might not realize, but I’m an ardent admirer of your work. Your hands are invaluable. Let me assist you with the meal so you can rest them. You’re an exceptional designer; your creations. are unparalleled without the need for such relentless effort.” 

Startled, Kate quickly dismissed the notion with a wave of her hand. “No, no, that’s quite unnecessary, I’m truly fine.” 

Inwardly, however, she mused that the soreness in her hands was not from sketching. 

Rather, she had underestimated Eric’s vigour the previous night.