I Stopped Fighting for Love, and Love Finally Fought for Me novel Chapter 5

The next second, her entire body was swept up into a pair of arms.

The embrace was incredibly careful, holding her with a clumsy, desperate tenderness.

Close to her ear, she heard heavy, erratic breathing that sounded dangerously strained.

The arms holding her trembled violently at first, then tightened forcefully, pressing her deeper into his chest.

It was as if he was using every ounce of his strength to suppress his violent and frantic urges, inch by inch.

...

When she woke up again, it was the next day, and she was in an unfamiliar private hospital room.

Willow reached up and touched her forehead.

The wound had been stitched.

The scenes from yesterday crashed into her mind all at once.

She remembered the person who had rushed in and held her before she passed out.

It wasn't Julian.

Was it a neighbor?

But her building only had one apartment per floor.

She tried to recall more, but her memory stopped at that trembling embrace and the heavy breathing.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

The nurse had been thoughtful enough to leave the phone right within her reach.

She picked it up.

It was Quentin.

His wailing voice poured through the speaker. "Willow, they're demanding my life! Are you really going to watch your father die?"

Willow remained silent, just gripping the phone tighter.

"Say something! Do you actually want to watch me die?"

Getting no response, Quentin's voice spiked in sudden rage. "Do you even see me as your father?"