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The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1401

"If she knew you stayed up all night, she'd be moved."

"Go in and see her. Keep her company."

Gian Atwood looked at the door but ultimately shook his head. "No. Let her eat her breakfast and get some rest."

"I'll wait out here until she's ready to see me."

The nurse looked at his exhausted state and sighed inwardly. Not pushing the issue, she quietly walked away.

Inside the hospital room, Kirsten Delaney sat propped up in bed, staring at the bowl of oatmeal and fresh fruit on her tray without much of an appetite.

A full night's rest had done wonders for her body. The dizziness had faded, but her mind remained a chaotic mess.

She remembered the sight of Gian walking away last night. A strange sense of loss washed over her, and she couldn't even pinpoint exactly why it hurt so much.

Picking up her spoon, she took a small bite of the oatmeal.

She turned her head, gazing out the window.

"Ms. Delaney, you're recovering beautifully. We'll keep you under observation for one more day, and if everything looks good, you can go home tomorrow."

The nurse walked in with a warm smile, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around Kirsten's arm.

Kirsten nodded softly. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome."

The nurse packed up her equipment and chuckled. "You gave Mr. Atwood quite a scare when you collapsed yesterday. He stood outside the emergency room without sleeping a wink. And last night, he stayed right outside your door. He didn't move an inch, didn't even grab a bite to eat."

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Picturing him standing guard in the cold hallway, the thin layer of ice around her heart shattered into a million pieces.

A suffocating wave of emotion surged from her chest, choking her. Her eyes instantly burned with tears, and her fingertips began to tremble.

She had always believed his concern was fake, his gentleness an act.

She thought every single thing he did was driven by guilt and obligation. She never realized he was silently protecting her in his own clumsy, stubborn way.

An entire night. A freezing wall, an aching body, endless waiting. He had just stood there, guarding her door.

Kirsten leaned back against the headboard, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her sobs.

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