The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Between Life and Bullet Wounds

X-Guard headquarter.

In one of the medical rooms buried deep within the X-Guard facility, Ethan lay motionless on the hospital bed.

Thin wires and clear tubes clung to his body like silent sentinels.

A heart monitor hummed steadily beside him, its rhythmic beeping the only sound breaking the sterile stillness.

His face was pale—too pale—white as fresh snow that had never known sunlight.

Renata stood beside the bed.

She had been standing there for so long that even she had lost track of time.

Arms crossed tightly, shoulders tense, her sharp eyes fixed on Ethan’s face as if sheer willpower could drag him back from whatever dark place he had wandered into.

If staring could wake someone up, he would have punched his way out of unconsciousness hours ago.

After a long while, Renata finally exhaled, her breath trembling as she let it out.

She pulled the stool closer and sat down heavily beside the bed.

The moment she sat, the weight in her chest grew unbearable, like something pressing inward, squeezing too tight.

Her vision blurred.

She blinked hard, annoyed with herself. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Wake up now, Ethan Wright," she whispered fiercely, leaning closer. "Don’t you dare die without my permission... Don’t you dare! Or... I will be really mad at you."

Her voice was soft, but the warning carried teeth.

No response.

The monitor continued its calm, infuriatingly steady rhythm.

Renata clenched her jaw and turned her gaze toward the window.

The sky outside had already brightened, pale blue bleeding into the horizon. Morning had come without asking permission, just like everything else.

She quickly wiped away the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand and inhaled deeply, forcing herself to think like a commander again.

Clear the scene. Secure the perimeter. Prepare for the arrival of the real big boss, the man she had worked under for years but never once met.

’Focus, Rena... Focus...’ She whispers.

"I’m not yet dead, Rena..." The hoarse, broken voice sliced through the room like thunder.

Renata froze.

Her heart stopped for half a second before crashing violently against her ribs.

She whipped her head around.

Ethan’s eyes were open.

Barely, but unmistakably open.

"You...!" Renata shot to her feet so fast the stool scraped loudly across the floor. She leaned over him, her face inches from his. "You’re awake?"

Ethan’s lips twitched weakly. "From your yelling? Yeah. Hard to ignore."

Relief slammed into her so hard her knees nearly buckled.

"Thank God," she breathed, then immediately snapped, "Don’t move!"

Ethan tried to shift, wincing. "I was just—"

She pushed him back down firmly, pressing a hand to his uninjured shoulder.

"You’ve just had surgery. A bullet almost kissed your heart, and several others lodged themselves into your arms and legs. You are seriously screwed this time, E."

He let out a weak chuckle, instantly regretting it as pain flared through his chest. His jaw tightened, but he forced the expression away.

"I’m just unlucky," he muttered.

"You are not," Renata shot back, eyes blazing. "You’re reckless. If you had brought a driver or even one guard, you wouldn’t be lying here full of holes like a target board."

She pointed sharply at his bandaged chest. "Look at that. Those idiots almost took your life."

"They didn’t," Ethan said calmly. "And they never had the chance."

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