Here is the localized English translation with the names replaced as requested:
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Hailey looked at him in surprise.
How could Alexander call her name in his coma? She wasn't anyone important to him; she was just a pretentious impostor.
"Yes, Miss Shi, this way," Feng De led Hailey into the ward, and her vision was impaired once again.
The room was luxurious and neatly arranged, with furniture and equipment of all kinds, like a presidential suite. If it weren't for the pure white walls, without any sign of decoration, she would have thought the hospital was always like this.
It seemed to be another of Butler Feng's masterpieces.
On the oversized European-style bed, Alexander lay receiving an IV, his eyes closed tightly, sleeping soundly. His eyelashes were extremely long, casting a layer of light shadow, and his thin lips were puckered. At that moment, Alexander was neither aggressive nor manic.
It had to be admitted that his handsomeness exceeded that of ordinary people. Hailey sometimes felt that he was like a character from her own comic book, with no flaws in his appearance.
"Hailey... Hailey..."
Alexander's thin lips parted slightly, his voice was very light, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet ward.
"..."
Hailey was astonished.
He was actually calling her name in his coma. Why?
Could it be that he...
"You see, Miss Shi, I told you that the young master is not ordinary with you," Feng De said with a smile.
"Hailey, Hailey." Alexander's fingers, which were lying on the side, suddenly moved, his eyebrows knitted tightly, and he murmured, "Hailey, keep rubbing.
Even in his sleep, his voice still sounded so domineering.
Hmm? Rub?
"..." Feng De fell silent.
"..." Hailey fell silent.
It was really bizarre. She almost thought that Alexander calling her name in his coma was because he had fallen in love with her.
But then again, what woman didn't he have around him? She was no one special. If it weren't for the misconception that she had given birth to his child, he probably wouldn't even look at her on the street.
Thinking like this, Hailey let out a sigh of relief.
"Butler Feng, can I go now?" she turned to look at Feng De.
"Of course." Feng De looked at her apologetically and nodded.
Hailey hurriedly left.
Feng De looked at Alexander on the bed with a furrowed brow. Could it be that he had thought too much? Was Hailey just a tool for the young master's bed in his eyes?
But the young master had never rushed to take a helicopter for a simple ice cream.
At two in the morning, Hailey returned home.
In the residential area, the residents were gathered in twos and threes, all talking about the helicopter landing in the middle of the night, and her name was mentioned among them.
"..."
Hailey quickly entered the building, wearing the hood of her coat, afraid of being grabbed for questions by any of the residents.
She couldn't possibly tell everyone that the world famous Mr. Alexander had landed a helicopter on the roof of an ordinary community in the middle of the night just to eat a tub of ice cream.
That was the truth, but no one would believe it, would they?
Hailey returned home, quickly closed the door, and was overcome with a headache. She really didn't know what her fate was that she had attracted Alexander.
The phone, which was charging nearby, had almost enough battery.
Hailey picked up the phone, turned it on as she walked to the bedroom, and laid down on the bed.
The phone started and played a pleasant ringtone.
Her phone system had been designed by n.e.
It had to be said that the phone system designed by the n.e. Group was extremely perfect, acting like a butler, caringly taking care of every piece of data for you. But for lonely people, it was a mockery.
For example, Hailey, as soon as she turned on the phone, she saw a message printed on the phone screen—
[Dear owner, during the 390 hours and 25 minutes you were away, you have 5 messages, 5 spam messages, 1 missed call, do you need to call back?]
Ha.
She had been gone for so long, and there were only 5 messages, all of which were spam, and only one missed call.
It was really lonely.
Hailey felt a bit resentful. She really didn't know why Alexander designed such data statistics, was it to mock people like her who wouldn't be missed even if they didn't turn on their phones for a hundred years?
Hailey continued to scroll down, and there were quite a few messages in the statistics, all of which were from the editor urging her to create new comics.
She glanced at the missed call, the number was a bit familiar, it seemed to be one of her blind date candidates.
Blind date, she didn't have the mood for it now.
"..."
Hailey put the phone aside and looked at the ceiling somewhat desolately.
All along, her world only had Chris and comics.
Chris, she had given up.
Comics, she hadn't created anything new yet.
What did she have left?
Nothing.
People who failed like her must be in the minority...
She turned over, lay face down on the bed, buried her face deep into the soft quilt, covering all her vulnerabilities.