Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Gregory tried to take the box cutter from Anathea, but she was on guard. She pressed her pocket down tightly, giving him no

chance.

He let out a long, quiet sigh.

For the first time, the untouchable CEO of Sinclair Group felt utterly defeated.

Anathea finally arrived at Castenea Central Hospital as she wished. She was led to Adam’s ward with the help of his attending doctor, Patrick Myers.

But just as she was about to go in, Patrick stopped her. “The patient’s been given medication and is resting. It’s best not to disturb him.”

“What kind of medication?” Anathea asked anxiously.

“Just some.sedatives and stabilizers. He suffered a severe shock earlier and has been under immense stress. He needs medication to help him rest,” Patrick replied. “But don’t worry, Mrs. Sinclair. He won’t need it for long. He just needs some time

to recover.”

“When will he wake up?” she asked. She just wanted to talk to Adam and hear his voice. That was the only way she could truly feel at peace.

“He only just fell asleep. It’ll be at least eight hours before he wakes,” Patrick replied.

Frowning, Anathea murmured, “Eight hours…”

She’d been planning on staying here until Adam woke up, but Patrick seemed to pick up on that and added gently, “Mrs. Sinclair, your pregnancy is still in a delicate stage. You really should rest too. Why don’t you go home for now?”

Anathea hesitated. But she knew she had to think about the baby as well.

Knowing Adam was safe and recovering gave her some relief. At the very least, Gregory hadn’t lied to her.

She cast one last, lingering glance at Adam in the ward, then turned to leave.

Gregory stood outside the corridor, quietly waiting for her to walk out at her own pace.

“You saw him. Feel better now?” he asked.

Anathea pressed her lips together, offering no reply.

She was surprised. Despite how much Gregory hated Adam, he’d still arranged such a good ward for him and even gotten Patrick, a well–known specialist in Castenea, to treat him.

She hadn’t expected this. It left her conflicted.

Everything Gregory said was meant to make her hate him, but everything he did made it impossible for her to truly do so.

He was a walking contradiction.

And so were her feelings.

Without answering, she brushed past Gregory and walked on ahead

Gregory took a long stride and fell in step beside her. Afraid she would reject his presence, he kept just enough distance. His gaze never left her, watching, her every move

Anathea felt uneasy under the weight of his watchful gaze. She stuffed her hands into her coat pockets, lowered her head to avoid looking at him, and quickened her pace.

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Chapter 391

But just as she reached the corner, a nurse came around, pushing a cart straight toward her.

“Watch out,” Gregory’s voice rang beside her. His hand closed around her arm and yanked her toward him.

Caught off guard, Anathea was pulled into a warm embrace. The faint scent of cedarwood lingered at her nose.

With a soft clink, the box cutter in her pocket slipped out as Gregory grabbed her arm.

She froze, then reached out to pick it up.

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