NovelEnglishMy Billionaire Family 10 "He's going to be alright," Cherise assured, her calming words brought a glimmer of hope to the worried mother.
She gently checked the boy's weak pulse, her fingers feeling the chill and dampness of his skin, which were clear signs of distress.
"Does he have a heart issue? And is this his first tflying?" Cherise inquired, her voice laced with concern.
The mother's expression crumbled with remorse. "I shouldn't have taken him. I've failed him," she sobbed, berating herself and even striking her own cheeks in guilt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNoticing the mother's breakdown, Morris quietly gestured for a flight attendant to comfort her, ensuring it wouldn't disrupt their emergency response.
Cherise quickly took action, releasing the boy's collar to ensure his airway was open and beginning CPR with a consistent beat. As she pressed on his chest, the boy's consciousness wavered, but his eyes remained closed. Seeing the signs of a heart issue and lacking access to nitroglycerin or acupuncture with a long flight ahead, Cherise opted to use acupressure.
Quickly, she undid the boy's shirt, her movements confident and skilled.
Next to her, Morris's gaze sharpened momentarily, but then it was gone as fast as it appeared.
Cherise pressed a chest point firmly and repeatedly, then massaged spots on the inner wrist, chest center, heart- side wrist, and upper back. Within 20 minutes, the boy's pulse improved, and he regained consciousness.
The boy's eyes fluttered open, and he saw Cherise, who seemed like an angel to him. "You saved me, didn't you? You're so beautiful!" he exclaimed.
The mother, her face wet with tears, tried to kneel in gratitude, but Cherise gently stopped her.
"Little one, rest easy. The doctors will take a look at you once we land," Cherise whispered softly to the boy, her voice as soothing as a lullaby.
The passengers, relieved, no longer saw Cherise just as an attractive woman but as a true healer.
Morris, visibly impressed, looked at Cherise with newfound respect. He offered her a tissue and gently dabbed her forehead before she could. "That was intense. Here, let me," he spoke softly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCherise, taken aback but appreciative, accepted Morris's help. She had to admit, he was incredibly attractive-his features chiseled, his demeanor commanding. Handsdidn't begin to describe him. "Thank you," she said, her smile revealing her dimples.
As the PA system began the pre-landing safety announcement, Cherise and Morris made their way back to their seats in business class.
Truman, unaware of the earlier events, woke up and stretched, his hair tousled from sleep. On his way to the restroom, he noticed Cherise and Morris together.
"You... What's going on between you and this beauty?" he questioned, his voice filled with bewilderment. Cherise, still catching her breath, didn't respond. She just sat down, buckled up, and chugged water.
"We were in the back," Morris said dismissively. "Make it quick. We're landing."
Truman scratched his head, bewildered. 'Morris was with that I 1 stunner? Am I dreaming? I need to wash my face to refresh myself. This has to be a dream.'
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