The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 97

Kenna

His family members are standing in this room as they turn to look at me but what catches my attention the most is the sight of Aidan, not laying on his back in a coma but sitting up straight with both of his brown eyes looking directly at me.

''Let's give them some space,'' Diana says which causes the whole crowd to step out of the room, leaving Aidan and I to ourselves.

The way both of his brown eyes are staring directly at me causes me to panic, as if it's the first time that I've seen that stare even though he has done more than just staring before this whole chaos happened. Maybe, it's just the vibe or how much I've missed him in the past three months but I can't seem to stand up straight or keep the eye contact for any longer without trembling.

''You're awake . . . '' I take a few steps closer towards him, trying to find the reality in this.

''Do I know you?'' He asks, raising an eyebrow as he stays still at his spot—leaving me to grow speechless and somewhat confused. ''Do I know you, Dr. Anne?'' He glances down at my name tag before looking back up at my face.

''What do you mean?'' I let out a chuckle, realising how my lips are slowly curving up into a smile. ''You don't know me . . . ? This must be some kind of joke. I'm your—''

''—doctor?'' He cuts me off.

''Wife,'' I correct him with a frown in between my brows before I make my way closer towards him. My hands begin to reach out for his as he looks at me as if he doesn't even know I exist which ends up giving me a certain amount of pain, feels more like my heart is clenching.

He laughs, ''Wife? I'm married? You're telling me that I got married?'' The way his eyes are just wandering around the room as his lips curve up into a playful smile, it shows that he's not paying attention to any of this and seems to think that what I told him was a plain joke.

''Yes, Aidan. You got married to me,'' I reply.

''Prove it,'' He responds, his eyes piercing into mine as I blink a few times; trying to remove the tears and avoid them from falling down onto my face but I fail miserably, expectedly.

''What's there to prove? Stop it. Stop. This is not a joke—don't do this to me,'' It sounds like I'm begging for him to know me, to understand and even to pull me in for a hug but he ignores my gestures. He doesn't feel bothered by how I'm gripping tightly onto both of his hands in order to make him look back at me and just pull me close but no, he keeps on looking at me like a stranger.

''Oh, come on. You don't even know me!'' He exclaims, pulling both of his hands away.

My eyes widen, ''No, no, no. What are you talking about? You're Aidan Gabriel Ashton, you're turning twenty-seven this year and you're the CEO of Empire. You and I have been friends for twenty years before we got married, seven months ago. We even went to middle school and high school together after kindergarten—you pushed me off the swing, that was how we first met. We were young, we were kids, we were six. Something happened to you three months ago and that's why you ended up in a coma. I was there to diagnose you in the operating room—''

''That doesn't make any sense,'' He frowns.