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Lucas sat behind her, watching her obediently drink water. A gentle look flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly.
After drinking the water, Aveline didn't lie down again. She leaned against the headboard and checked her phone. Many people had sent her messages, mostly colleagues asking about her condition and a few She called Selena.
"Ave, did everything work out?" Selena answered quickly, her sweet voice coming through.
Aveline replied, "Yes, it did. You were a big help. Have you decided what you want to eat?"
Selena responded, "In that case, I'll make my request."
Aveline said, "No problem."
Selena chuckled. "I haven't had your cooking in a long time. Can you
make me something? I'll eat whatever you cook."
"Sure," Aveline agreed. Selena had helped her so much; she
deserved anything she wanted.
Selena continued, "Hey, your voice sounds a bit off. Are you okay?"
Aveline replied, "I caught a cold, and I-"
Before she could finish, someone snatched her phone away, ending. the call abruptly. Lucas put the phone in his pocket.
"Lucas, what are you doing?" Aveline glared at him.
"You need to rest now," Lucas said firmly.
Aveline retorted, "But at least let me finish my sentence! Am I about.
to die or something? Can't I even finish a sentence?"
Lucas looked at her coldly. "If you want to die right now, I can make that happen."
Aveline was speechless.
She cursed him a hundred times in her head but didn't dare say a
word out loud.
How infuriating! He was so overbearing!
Where was that gentle puppy from before? Give him back to her!
Fuming, Aveline turned her head away and ignored him.
Lucas stared at her profile, his eyes dark and brooding. "You did well this time. Securing the partnership with Brighton means the department head position is yours."
His deep voice echoed in the room, met with only silence.
"Say something!"
Aveline retorted, "Are you crazy? You're the one who told me to rest, and now you want me to talk."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
Lucas frowned, looking at her pale face, and said nothing. He just closed his eyes.
Aveline gritted her teeth and eventually gave up.
After a long while, her voice broke the silence in the room.
"Lucas, why didn't you come to help me last night?"
Lucas' breath hitched, seemingly not expecting her to ask so directly.
Aveline continued, "Didn't expect me to ask, did you? But why shouldn't I? You're my husband, the person I've always relied on, the one I... once loved the most. In that situation, you should have
stepped up to help me."
As she spoke, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. "But you acted like an outsider, watching my misery."
Lucas' eyes were fixed on her. "What do you mean by 'once loved. the most? Do you not love me anymore? How can you be so fickle?"
Aveline looked him straight in the eye. "Why don't you ask yourself why it's 'once'?"
Lucas's lips pressed into a tight line, and the atmosphere around him became even more intense, making the room feel several degrees colder.
Aveline, exhausted, said, "Stop tormenting this patient."
He paused, his gaze unreadable, but a fire seemed to burn within his chest, leaving him deeply unsettled.
Did she really prefer the version of him who lost his memory?
The room finally fell into a prolonged silence.
Aveline drifted back to sleep, and when she woke up, the IV drip was finished. Daylight streamed through the window, and she saw her phone on the bedside table. When she opened it, she saw a message from Lucas on WhatsApp.