登入Just then, the door opened and the attending physician entered, his face etched with gravity. "Mr. Reynolds," the doctor said, his tone brightening with recognition at the sight of the billionaire. "You're in charge of my boy?" "Yes… yes, of course. We've ensured tight security and complete discretion—nothing leaves this room. You have our full capability, sir." "Good. So what is this? What happened?" The doctor consulted a tablet, scrolling through the charts. "Mr. Silver is in a stable condition. Thankfully, we noted significant improvement overnight." Lena was relieved to hear that last night wasn't a our him getting worse but better. The nurse scared her. The doctor continued. "However, his collapse was no simple accident. He was found with foam around his mouth—a primary indicator of a severe drug overdose. But it wasn't just recreational narcotics in his system. We also discovered traces of a potent sedative—a substance commonly used to immobilize large animals. It wa
(THE NEXT MORNING)The sterile, antiseptic scent of the hospital corridor did nothing to mask the tension that crackled in the air.The moment Mr. Reynolds' polished leather shoe crossed the threshold of the private room, the fragile quiet shattered.Eric followed close behind, scanning the room—and froze. It wasn't Diana keeping vigil by Tarzan's bedside. It was Lena."What the hell happened?!" Reynolds' voice detonated—a thunderclap of raw fury that seemed to rattle the windowpanes.Lena flinched so violently she nearly lurched out of her chair. Her heart slammed against her ribs like a frantic caged bird. She had known he would be furious—Diana had warned her—and she had braced herself for his anger. But this... this visceral, explosive rage was beyond anything she had prepared for.Mr. Reynolds' cold, calculating gaze swept the room before narrowing on Tarzan. He lay motionless, his face pale against the starched white pillow, a web of thin tubes and wires connecting him to b
Lena’s lips trembled. “When Tarzan and I broke up…” She stopped, drawing a shaky breath before summoning the courage to continue. “…I didn’t know I was pregnant. I found out later.” Diana’s eyes widened, then dropped instinctively to Lena’s stomach. “You had a baby for Tarzan?” she asked, disbelief threading through her voice. Lena lowered her gaze to the floor. “I lost the baby at five months.” Diana covered her mouth, her eyes softening with pity and sorrow. The room fell into a heavy, aching silence. “Going back home…” Lena whispered, “…isn’t as easy as you think.” She blinked away fresh tears, her voice barely audible. “So please… if not for anything else… let me stay beside him as his manager.” She looked at Diana with pleading eyes. “You need to rest, and your partner is already waiting outside. I should be the one to stay with him this time.” Diana felt her chest tighten. She slowly reached out and squeezed Lena’s hand. “I’m so sorry about your b
Late evening. Diana sat beside Tarzan's bed, one hand resting over her heavily pregnant belly, her tired eyes fixed on him. He still lay unconscious, surrounded by tubes and wires that made him look far more fragile than the man she had always known. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor echoed through the emergency room—the only sound breaking the suffocating silence. Just then, her phone buzzed again. She didn't even need to look at the screen. It was Joe. With a tired sigh, she answered. "Hello?" "Baby, are you still at the hospital?" His gentle voice came through, laced with worry. "You've been there for hours. I'm worried sick." "I know..." "You're heavily pregnant, Diana. You need to come home and rest," Joe reminded her. Diana glanced at Tarzan's unconscious face. "But he has no one." A brief silence followed before Joe spoke again. "He does have people. His sponsor has already arranged for the best nurses money can buy. They'll keep a close eye on him twenty-fou
MOMENTS LATER Lena and Eric had been waiting at the hospital reception for an hour when Diana finally arrived, heavily pregnant, her eyes wide with concern and fear.Her partner walked beside her, trying to steady her, but Diana moved as quickly as her condition would allow, her steps hurried and determined.“Diana!” Eric exclaimed, surprise flashing across his face.“You shouldn’t have come,” he added.“I told her the same thing,” Diana’s partner replied with a weary shrug.“Where is he?” Diana asked Eric, her voice tight with panic.“He’s in the exclusive emergency room. We haven’t heard anything for over an hour now, but we’re trying to stay hopeful.”Diana let out a long, shaky sigh. Her gaze then fell on Lena, who sat alone in the corner, staring blankly into space as silent tears streamed down her cheeks.“How long has she been like this?” Diana asked quietly.“Since we got here,” Eric replied. “She’s still in shock. I’ve tried telling her this isn’t her fault, but she won’t s
"I can't just stay and wait... please... please wake up, Tarzan. I'm losing it here."Lena sobbed as she pressed hard against his chest, one eye glued to a YouTube tutorial on CPR playing from her phone. Her hands fumbled, trying to match the rhythm.Her entire body trembled violently, and tears blurred her vision so badly she could barely make out the screen. She pushed blindly, counting under her breath."Please, Tarzan, please... I lost our baby. I can't lose you too." Her voice cracked into a raw whisper. "What do you want me to do—live with this trauma? Would you be happy?"She cried harder, each sob shaking her body as fresh tears soaked his bare skin."I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. What I said about your late parents—I take it all back. I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of them. You are the only man I love, Tarzan. Please, wake up. I am trying here."Just then, the front door burst open. Paramedics flooded inside, equipment rattling as they moved with practiced urgency.Lena stumbled
An awkward silence followed my failed attempt to explain myself. We stood there, him still frozen in place. *I can’t believe I went from trying to run away from him to hugging him.* Thankfully, he made a move first, lifted my head and saw him turning toward the apartment. “You seem to b
I nodded slowly. “You told me never to show my face at the cafe again. I am Tarzan". Her brows drew together as she tried to remember. “The only person I ever said that to was…” She looked straight into my eyes, and her face drained of color. “It’s you! You’re the biker guy. You stalked me!”
MITCH’S POV What the hell is wrong with her, just walking out like that? She has never left the house because she was angry. Never. Who the fuck is feeding her this attitude? Could it be that so-called “friend” from the café — her co-worker? I won’t tolerate this shit. She can be as angry as sh
"So when I grow older, then I can marry you?" She laughed. "It doesn't work like that. I will also grow into an old woman. You don't want to marry an old lady, right?" She demonstrated, shaking her hand. "The old lady is you." "Yes, but..." "Yes, I will marry her." "Eww... It's... um.







