The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 78

Emily

"I'm sorry for what I said in the hospital," Gian said unexpectedly. "I was angry, upset—but I should've never called you… that."

I held back my smile, noticing that apologizing was difficult for him. A typical Fanucci trait. But just as with Alessio, I deserved the apology.

"It's okay, and I forgive you," I spoke, feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Hopefully, everything could go back to the way it was in the beginning again.

By the beginning, I meant before he gave me a nickname and all of that. Becoming besties with my brother-in-law from hell was definitely out of the question.

"That's it?" Gian tilted his head. "It's okay, and you forgive me?"

"Yep," I confirmed, rolling my shoulders back. "It's okay, and I forgive you."

Gian looked offended by me accepting his apology. "It's not okay, and I hope you didn't do this with Alessio."

I couldn't figure out if his concern was genuine or if he had hoped for me to start a big fight so he could play the victim. "I did not, and don't you worry about me and my relationship," I shot back. "Be happy I forgave you, okay?" I ended it with a smile.

Gian chuckled, "Sure, I'm sorry."

I chuckled with him, and just like that, all the tension disappeared. "While you're here anyway, do you mind taking me to my room and helping me get into bed?"

"Yes, of course."

I pushed Gian's wheelchair to his room and helped him out so he could get into his bed. It was sad to see how much effort it took for him to support himself with one hand, as it left him almost breathless.

"Are your legs getting any better?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Meh," Gian shrugged, placing his hand behind his head, leaning against the headboard. He could pretend it didn't bother him, but I could see through all that.

"But you will walk again, right?"

"I will, but therapy is a bit difficult without a hand," he responded, swinging his bandaged arm around.

"How can I help?" I offered.

Gian sighed, "Buy me a hook."

I laughed at his ability to joke about the situation. It required some type of strength, and I knew I couldn't have done the same. "Don't you have like prosthetic hands and stuff?" I asked, trying to understand more about his situation.

"I have a long way to go before I can start thinking about any of that. My h… what's left of my hand hasn't fully healed yet."

"Right," I acknowledged.

Gian smiled softly, "Naty and Melody asked me what happened to my hand—those two dEmilyons requested the full story."

"They asked me too," I said, worrying a bit because I never gave thEmily an answer. "What did you tell thEmily?"

"I told thEmily I went head to head with a bear. I won, but lost my hand," Gian spoke as he drew in a breath.

It was silent as I tried to figure out whether he wanted me to leave or stay to help him.

"It looks like it's just the two of us around the mansion lately," I said, breaking the silence.

"Looks like it."

"Anyway, I'm serious. If you have any trouble or need any help, or just want to talk or something—I'm here," I spoke, meaning every word. Like I said, I wasn't trying to be best friends with the guy, but after everything, I felt it was the least I could do.

"Thanks, I'll hold you to that," Gian spoke, surprised. A second later he grunted loudly, throwing back his head in frustration.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused by the sudden switch.