Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Chapter 300

He wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was always so domineering, cunning, and always putting on a show. No matter which side of him you saw, he was always so bold and larger than life.

But seeing him lying there, so lifeless, she found herself not even minding all those times he pretended to be vulnerable.

Nothing else mattered to her anymore, as long as he woke up.

She slowly sat down, reached out, and grabbed his hand. Putting on a tough front, she said, “Alaric, I won’t let anything happen to you. I refuse to believe you would.”

But even as she said it, her little gestures totally betrayed how worried she was inside. Her small hand trembled as she held his, showing just how much she was hurting for him. She’d thought for sure he’d be awake by the time she got here, but he was still unconscious.

She’d performed the surgery herself, so she knew better than anyone just how dangerous it had been. There were moments when she was forced to stop, unable to continue.

And if she hadn’t used traditional acupuncture to protect his heart, she probably wouldn’t have been able to finish the operation at all.

But now that the surgery was finally over, he still hadn’t woken up. Sitting there, she felt her heart sinking with every passing moment.

“Alaric, you’re my patient now. Don’t you dare make me look bad. You have to wake up. Nobody’s ever slipped away under my watch, and I’m not letting you be the first. You hear me?”

Ophelia gripped his hand tight, trying to sound tough, but her eyes gave away just how worried she really was.

‘Honestly, if he’d just open his eyes and look at me-even for a moment-I’d be happy, Ophelia thought.

It was like he’d heard her calling. Alaric’s eyes fluttered open, and he let out a resigned sigh. “Ophelia, you really are tough on me. You’re worried sick, but you just have to act all stubborn and pretend you don’t care.”

Ophelia was stunned for a moment, then met his smiling eyes, and it finally hit her. She blurted out, “You’re awake!”

“Well, as your man, there’s no way I’d let you lose face. So I fought like hell to wake up,” Alaric said, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips, though it made his wound throb, and he couldn’t help but wince.

Ophelia shot him a playful glare. “You’ve got the guts to crack jokes right now? Let’s see you keep laughing.”

She was still teasing him, but Ophelia stood up to check his injury anyway. Seeing the stitches were still holding, she finally felt some of the tension leave her shoulders.

“Ophelia, just stay with me a little longer,” Alaric murmured, squeezing her hand, sounding almost pleading.

“Aren’t I already here with you?” Ophelia rolled her eyes at him, exasperated.

When he was knocked out, she was worried sick; now that he was awake, he was just a pain in the neck.

But before she could react, Alaric grabbed her wrist and, with a quick tug, pulled her right onto the bed and straight into his arms.

“Alaric, what are you doing? Let go of me!” Ophelia’s face went pale with shock. ‘Does he even remember he is injured?’ she thought.

“Ophelia, don’t move. It hurts,” Alaric said, his voice rough and strained, clearly trying to hold back the pain. Ophelia hadn’t dared to struggle in the first place, and after hearing him say that, she didn’t even dare to breathe, terrified she’d make his wound worse.

“It hurts? You do realize you’re hurt, right?” Ophelia huffed, clearly annoyed. “Let go of me, or you’ll end up ripping your stitches.”

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