As Will spoke, he maneuvered his wheelchair closer to Elisa, his face filled with undisguised joy.
I don't see Marsha anywhere here. She must still be in the hospital. Well, this is for the best.
However, Elisa understood very well what Marsha had meant before. If she truly wanted a long-term relationship with Will, it would have naturally fallen into place by now. It wouldn't have dragged on for so long.
Unless Marsha agreed, a relationship between her and Will would be impossible.
But Will firmly believed that it was possible if only she said yes.
Smiling slightly, Elisa shook her head. "Why do you continue to deceive yourself, Will?"
How can he not understand something that even I can grasp?
However, Will was unwilling to continue discussing this matter with her. In the next moment, he changed the subject. "Let's go to my room. The air is better on the second floor."
Seeing his reluctance to talk, Elisa didn't say anything more.
She nodded, and immediately, a housekeeper stepped forward to assist Will.
Before long, they arrived at Will's room on the second floor.
With the help of the housekeeper, Will was moved to the bed. She first gave Will a therapeutic massage on his legs, kneading them deeply.
As she did so, she gently tapped around his knee with a small medical hammer. "Do you feel anything when I do this?"
"A bit."
Will's expression was exceedingly serious because the sensation was slight and fleeting, there one second and gone the next.
Elisa noticed his expression and used a massage tool on the spots she had just struck.
"It's a good sign that you show some reaction. Don't lose hope. I'm here for you."
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