Lawrence didn’t speak.
He was sitting in the wheelchair, staring in the direction where Charlotte was, motionlessly. His hands were on the edge of the wheelchair, the veins popping out on the back of them.
Lawrence didn’t seem so calm in this way.
Until --
Suddenly, Charlotte got up and straightened her upper body, violent coughing. She struggled to open her eyes and fainted instantly.
They heard the doctor’s announcement with relief.
“She has recovered her vital signs and passed out temporarily.”
Lawrence’s hands clenched at the edge of his wheelchair were loosened, and he looked relaxed in silence.
Closing his eyes and twitching his lips, he said in mockery, “If I didn’t do it, how could she have the lesson learned? There’s a huge price to pay even for death.”
...
When Charlotte woke up, it was almost the early morning of the next day.
She saw the crystal chandelier above her head.
She felt the soft bed under her body.
There was a faint scent from the lavender essential oil, which was her favorite.
She glared at everything in front of her in a daze. After a long while, she finally came back to her senses. She realized that she was in the apartment that was bought by Lawrence for her deliberately.
“You are awake.” She heard the man’s deep voice.
Lawrence was sitting next to her bed.
He still looked quite cold with bloodshot eyes. There was a laptop on his lap where his legs were still bandaged. She could tell that he looked a bit tired.
Charlotte looked into his dark and deep eyes, her heart tightened. She couldn’t help but clench her hands under the quilt.
The next second, she lifted the quilt and sat in front of him.
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