He had not really looked at Evangeline’s eyes since she walked in. At this moment, however, he saw the redness, the signs she had been crying a lot.
Was she this upset, crying over him… because she cared?
While Walter was still in shock, Evangeline snatched his hand away. There, on the small patch of gauze over his belly, a dark stain was spreading.
The wound had started to bleed again. Walter had only himself to blame for his carelessness.
Evangeline shot him a withering look before turning on her heel to fetch a doctor.
In the treatment room, Walter, ever the rebel, was pinned down by the medical team for a stitch redo.
Evangeline watched in silence, her beautiful face an icy mask. To the uninformed, she might have seemed like someone enjoying her nemesis’s downfall.
She was, in fact, seething.
Walter, the cause of all this, winced and grinned through the doctor’s prodding, looking infuriatingly smug.
When a noise, akin to a pig’s squeal, escaped Walter, Evangeline’s patience snapped, and she stormed out of the surgery room.
David had to deal with some family stuff, so Caden was on night duty.
Evangeline bumped into Caden, who had rushed over, just as she stepped out.
“What’s up with him?” Caden asked, clueless.
Evangeline, still steaming, snapped back, “What do you think? He messed up his stitches. The doctor is fixing him up again!”
Caden got the picture and let out a sigh. “Now that you’re here, try to get through to Walter. The guy’s a mess. He nearly died saving you.
“If he’d just take care of himself, you wouldn’t have to feel so bad about being saved, right?”
+25 BONUS
eyes widened in shock when he saw Evangeline had not left. “Why are you still here?”
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