Agnes' Awakening: From Zero to His Whole World novel Chapter 306

A familiar, faint fragrance lingered at Raymond's nose, stirring something restless deep inside him.

He almost wished his injuries were worse, that his recovery would take longer.

"Does it hurt?" Agnes's voice was soft, laced with concern.

"Not really..."

Raymond answered instinctively. Then, as if realizing something, he frowned and quickly corrected himself.

"It does! Ouch! Everything hurts. Agnes, take a look for me..."

"Huh? Where else does it hurt?"

Agnes immediately grew nervous, scanning him from head to toe, reaching to pull up his shirt to check.

The next second, Raymond grabbed her wrist.

With a firm tug, he pulled her into him, his voice low and teasing.

"Agnes, why are you so bold? Pulling at my clothes like that? What are you trying to do?"

Meeting his suggestive gaze, Agnes finally realized she'd been tricked.

She struggled to pull free, but he used the moment to drag her straight into his arms.

"Hey! Raymond!"

Raymond held her tightly, whispering against her ear, "I'm fine. I just suddenly missed you."

Agnes's face warmed slightly, and she pushed him away.

"What's wrong with you now? Where exactly does it hurt?"

A faint smile tugged at Raymond's lips. His long fingers tapped lightly over his chest.

"Here, Dr. Agnes, this is where it hurts. Only you can fix it."

Agnes's expression darkened. She tossed the medicine at him. "Treat it yourself."

She wasn't in the mood for his jokes. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Rebecca.

That woman had completely crossed every line. Yesterday, she had the nerve to cause chaos at the hospital and still managed to escape without a trace.

Had she gotten smarter, or was someone powerful backing her from the shadows?

Raymond noticed Agnes's serious expression and dropped his playful tone.

"You're worried about Rebecca?"

Agnes nodded. "Yesterday, she was clearly targeting Monica. It's strange...

"I don't know what kind of grudge they have. She was determined to kill her even though they were supposed to be on the same side."

She paused, thinking.

"Fortunately, we were prepared. That injection went into the cast."

Raymond's expression grew serious as well.

"She'll come back. Agnes, no matter what happens, I'll face it with you. Don't worry."

Agnes frowned slightly. "Why are you dragging yourself into this? This is my problem."

Raymond took her hand, his gaze intense, his voice gentle yet firm.

"You don't want anything to do with me anymore... Is that it?"

Tears slid down his face. He told himself it was fake, that it wasn't really her.

And yet, he couldn't stop watching the video.

He couldn't sit still any longer. A sudden, desperate thought took root in his mind.

Late at night, on the outskirts of Grandridge, in a cemetery...

Dark clouds blanketed the sky. Lightning flashed as rain fell in a steady hush.

A luxury car pulled silently into a secluded corner.

A man stepped out. After scanning his surroundings cautiously, he made his way to a grave.

He stared at the photo and the name on the headstone and broke down.

Kneeling before it, he reached out, gently wiping away the dirt and rainwater.

"Monica..."

Duncan murmured, his voice broken and hollow.

"Are you dead or alive? Why... Why is your grave still here?

"The person in that hospital... Is it really you?"

He pressed his forehead against the cold stone, sobbing.

Then suddenly, something struck him. He shot to his feet and rushed behind the headstone.