Chapter 130
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surgery and wouldn’t wake up for a while.
Ethan was still under anesthesia from the surgen
Twanted to leave, but my feet felt glued to the floor. After sitting for a bit, discomfort began to spread throughout my body.
Two hours later, Andy stepped out. “Ms. Wiley, Mr. Grayson has woken up.”
He was awake
Hook a deep breath, the weight in my chest finally lifting.
Nedding, I stood up, but as soon as I did, the room spun. The next moment, I plunged into darkness. When I woke again, sunlight filtered through the thin curtains
As I opened my eyes, Ethan’s voice reached me. “Are you awake? Is anything bothering you?
He then added, “Katie, go call the doctor!”
Tuming my head, I saw Ethan’s face, bruised from fighting the kidnappers. He was in a wheelchair with an IV in his arm; he looked pale, likely due to blood loss.
y gaze dropped to his abdomen, but his clothes concealed the extent of his wounds.
In my dream, just before I
I woke
up, there were images of blood everywhere.
I had been surprised when he came alone to save me, but when he fought against the two kidnappers, I felt both shocked and worried.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he had considered the life threatening risk he faced to rescue me. Seeing him wounded in that moment shattered any illusions I had about being able to fool myself.
I wanted him to be safe and healthy in this world.
At that moment, all feelings of love, hate, and grievances evaporated,
“Evelyn?” Ethan noticed I hadn’t moved and looked a bit anxious.
“I’m fine.” I shifted slightly, pushing against the side of the bed, trying to sit up. “You don’t have to stay here; go get some rest.”
But as soon as I moved, the room spun violently again,
“You can’t get up.” Ethan quickly pressed down on me, but his movement caused him to pull at his wound, and he gasped in pain.
I frowned, tuming to look at him, my tone filled with unintentional urgency. “I won’t move, and you shouldn’t either. Have you forgotten that you’re a patient too?
His hands remained on my shoulders, and upon hearing my words, he suddenly smiled, adjusting himself in the wheelchair to sit more comfortably. “Okay, I won’t move.”
Our eyes met unexpectedly. Tooked into his eyes, and he looked into mine.
Tears threatened to spill as a tide of repressed fear and anxiety washed over me. I quickly turned my gaze away, focusing on the view outside the window.
My throat felt tight, and I was afraid to speak, worried that if I did, my vulnerability would spill out.
“Evelyn,” Ethan said softly, “It’s all right; it’s over now. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
His hand slowly reached for mine, but just as he was about to grasp it, I snapped back to reality and quickly pulled my hand away.
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