A Matter of Wife and Love novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368 Can’t Stop Caring About Him

Her mind was shrouded in confusion again. If the white car’s angle resulted from Leo turning the vehicle around out of reflex when he realized that Jessie was crashing into him, then why did Jessie give her a look with such hate?

Does she hate me because she thinks that I’m the one who snatched Leo from her? Amelie thought. Suddenly, the surgery room doors burst open, and a doctor wearing a white robe and surgical mask strode out.

She dismissed those thoughts as she set aside her phone hastily, trotted over, and asked worriedly, “How’s he doing, doctor?”

“His head and chest suffered trauma, but luckily, he was sent here in time, and we managed to stop the bleeding. He just has to stay for observation for a few days, and he’ll be up and about again in no time.”

A breath of relief escaped Amelie’s lips at the doctor’s words because she thought that he was severely injured when she saw him utterly drenched in blood earlier.

“Thank you,” she said, and the bed rolled out, but nobody was on it.

She frantically swept her gaze across the room and quickly noticed Leo slowly ambling out after the bed.

His head was wrapped in bandages, but his wounds were definitely still bleeding; she saw some blood seep through the bandages and leave a red stain. His freshly washed face appeared so pale that even his lips had turned slightly gray due to blood loss. He had a change of clothes as well—the light-colored patient robes provided by the hospital—and she could see the bandages around his chest from the collar of his shirt.

Although he took each step slowly, he was still staggering slightly. Coupled with the light-colored patient robe, he appeared like a beautifully fragile and sick man.

Amelie strode over and immediately supported him. “Why did you come out by yourself?”

He merely grunted curtly in a low and soft voice. There was a brief second where his gaze fell on her hands that were supporting him. However, he didn’t say a word of protest as they slowly made their way to his ward.

Although Leo’s life wasn’t in danger, his injuries were far from light, and he had to be hospitalized for a few days.

Amelie carefully helped him to the bed and pulled the sheets over him as he watched her every move with pursed lips.

When she had tucked him under the sheets, she brushed her palms together and started, “Well…”

She wanted to ask him what exactly happened, but she swallowed back the words that were about to tumble off her lips. Unfortunately, to her dismay, no matter how she tried to word the question, it sounded like she was trying to find out something about his private life.

Finally, all she said was, “Take a good rest.”

“Okay,” he muttered almost inaudibly. “Thank you for sending me to the hospital regardless of your busy schedule, Miss Dillon. You probably have other things to attend to.”

Amelie could already tell that he was trying to drive her away even before he finished speaking. Regardless, she didn’t plan to hang around where she was not welcomed, so when she saw Eugene running over from the end of the corridor, she said, “Get well soon, Mr. Alston.” After that, she gave him a nod, twirled around, and walked away.

“Hi, Miss Dillon—”

At the door, she bumped into Eugene, who had just run over, and she smiled at him politely before stepping past him and leaving.

Eugene turned his head to watch her retreating figure as it disappeared from his line of sight, then he turned to the quiet man on the bed. The man’s eyes were also glued on Amelie’s back, but there was a hint of life and light in them, which were different from its usual lifelessness.

“Mr. Alston, why didn’t you let Miss Dillon know that you’re injured because you tried to stop Jessie from hitting her cab?” Eugene asked, pacing into the room.

He only discovered the truth behind the accident after visiting the police station earlier.

Leo raised his eyes and looked at him for a brief second before looking away. “At the end of the day, I’m the reason this happened. She’s just an innocent victim,” he explained calmly.

Eugene watched the thoughtful but stoic expression on his face and sighed. Despite the anxiety he was feeling in his heart, there was nothing he could do for Leo.

In his mind, the scene where Jessie was wailing in the police station appeared.

“That woman named Dillon has no feelings for him, but he insists on sending her off and even changes his car because he worries that she would notice it was him. How am I any less as compared to Dillon? Why won’t he notice me? Why did he break up with me? No, I can’t take this. I want to kill that woman and make him give up!”

It’s genuinely terrifying when a woman loses her mind. If Mr. Alston hadn’t discovered her plan, the one lying on the hospital bed now would be Miss Dillon. But did he save her just because he blamed himself for implicating Miss Dillon when he was the one who befriended Jessie?

Eugene was finding it even harder to understand what was on Leo’s mind, and he didn’t dare to draw any conclusions lest he arrives at the wrong one.