The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 34

She had just turned around, only to see Caleb half-shoving a very reluctant Sienna toward the door.

"Madeline, York is lying in that bed because of you. Someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as you will definitely take great care of him, right?"

"This kid and I are heading out first."

Caleb waved dismissively, not even giving Sienna a chance to speak.

His intentions were written all over his face. Madeline knew exactly what he was doing.

She ultimately sat down by the bed, her gaze falling on the man once again.

Forget it, she would consider this repaying him for saving her life.

She didn't want to owe York anything, avoiding any complicated entanglements when it was time to finally walk away.

The man truly looked like a masterpiece sculpted by God, with his perfectly proportioned forehead, straight nose, and thin lips.

Nobody could resist a face like that.

Madeline reached out to tuck the blanket in, but as she tried to pull away, the unconscious man grabbed her hand.

She looked at him in surprise.

He was peering at her through half-lidded eyes, his voice raspy. "Maddy..."

For a fleeting second, it felt as though he had a million things to say.

But in the end, he went silent.

His palm was warm. Madeline wasn't used to this kind of intimacy anymore and tried to pull her hand away, but the man, drifting back into a deep sleep, gripped her tighter like a stubborn child.

Madeline stopped struggling.

What was the point in fighting with a patient?

Looking at York's features, she was suddenly reminded of Evie, who had been sick just a few days ago.

Blood really was a strange thing. When Evie was sick, her temper was almost exactly like York's.

York was jolted awake by the pain.

The knife wound burned and tore at his side; he was only human, after all.

He opened his eyes, swearing under his breath, and turned his head to see a familiar silhouette.

Suddenly, the pain didn't feel so sharp.

The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

But keeping in mind that York was the patient, she couldn't be bothered to argue.

"Of course. I was already calculating how much of your estate I was going to get."

York instinctively tried to sit up, but the movement pulled at his wound, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Great. Survived playing the hero, only to wake up and be tormented to death by my own wife."

Madeline wasn't in the mood for his banter.

"Since you're awake, I'm heading to work. If you need anything, call a nurse."

Just as she stood up, York yanked her by the wrist. Madeline stumbled straight onto his chest, and the man immediately locked his arm around her waist.

"Ms. Monroe, I took a knife for you. Is this how you repay your savior?"

Madeline instinctively tried to push him away, but remembering his wound, she stopped herself and retorted,

"That was your obligation as my husband."

The man blinked in surprise, and then a warm smile melted into his eyes, his voice teasingly light.

"Then, as my wife, shouldn't you stay and take care of me?"