Annabelle immediately looked up at the person beside her. She hadnât guessed wrongâit really was Kendrick! He stood there, pale-faced, staring at her intently.Then, Kendrick leaned over, bracing one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the table, effectively trapping her in place.âYou canât even tell my voice from his anymore?â Their voices did sound somewhat similar, and she *hadn't* recognized it right awayâŠBut that was because sheâd been completely absorbed in the bookâand she never imagined this idiot would actually follow her here.Whether he was angry or not, the important thing was his condition! His injuries were still severe; the doctor hadnât even allowed him out of bed. Judging by how pale he looked, and how sweat had soaked the hair at his temples, it was clear he was forcing himself to stay upright.Annabelleâs heart ached. But at the same time, she was furious. âAre you insane? Youâre not even healed yetâwhat are you doing running around?âShe held onto
Annabelle woke up in less than half an hour.Her neck felt a little stiff from her awkward sleeping posture. She sat up straight and rubbed her shoulder and neck, then checked the timeâit was time to go.She turned to glance at Kendrick, who was still sleeping soundly.That was probably for the best. She was never good at lying, and if Kendrick were to ask where she was going, she would likely give herself away. But if he asked after she got back tonight, it would be easierâshe could just tell the truth. That was what people called "act first, explain later."She went into the bathroom, splashed her face with cool water, and smoothed her frizzy hair. Staring at her slightly pale reflection in the mirror, she instinctively reached for her lipstick. But after twisting the cap open, she put it back down.No more dawdlingâshe left the room.Sheâd left early. It wasnât yet 2:30 when she got downstairs, so she thought sheâd have to wait for Kendrickâs father.But surprisingly, he was alread
Annabelle and Colten talked for about ten minutes in the garden.After that, they went their separate ways. Colten left the hospital, and Annabelle stopped by the convenience store downstairs to buy some fruit before returning to the building.Standing in the elevator, she pulled a slip of paper from her pocket and looked at the phone number written on it, pressing her lips into a tight line.It was Aronâs contact.She thought back to a few days ago, when Aron had invited her for coffee outside Kendrickâs office. She had declined him without hesitation.Yet in the end, he still managed to arrange a meetingâone she couldnât refuse.During their ten-minute conversation just now, Colten had been honest and visibly conflicted when he made his request. He also cleared up a few things that had been on her mind.The surgeon who had entered the OR the night of Kendrickâs operation was indeed Mr. Damien, the president of the Knight Group.He had gone in after the critical condition notice had
After a while of chatting idly, Kendrick dozed off again.He was still weak, and the fact that heâd stayed awake to talk to her for so long was already no small feat.Watching him sleepâthis man she loved but sometimes resentedâAnnabelle couldnât help but lean over and press another gentle kiss to his lips.No matter what⊠he finally woke up.As Annabelle was still lost in her emotions, she suddenly remembered that Jax had told her earlier: if Kendrick woke up, she needed to inform his father immediately.Theyâd been so caught up in talking just now that sheâd completely forgotten.She quickly picked up her phone and stepped out of the hospital room. Jax had just returned with breakfast, so she first told him about Kendrickâs condition and asked him to notify Jaime.Then she walked to a quieter corner and dialed Kendrickâs fatherâs number.As the call connected, Annabelle softly greeted, âDad⊠Itâs me, Annabelle.âEven though sheâd been married into the Gregory family for over half a
Annabelle didnât even know how to describe her emotions in this moment.So, Kendrick had actually thought she killed the Young Master, and was already thinking of ways to clear her name...âI didnât kill him, and I never intended to. Heâs saved me so many timesâno matter how much I hate him, I wouldnât kill him. But after what he did to you, I had to return the favor with one stab.âKendrick let out a long sigh of relief. âSilly girl, you almost gave me a heart attack. I really thought you killed someoneâŠâSuch a heavy topic was suddenly lightened by his comment, making Annabelle want to laugh a little.âYou even planned my escape route, didnât you?âKendrick let go of her a bit and said, âIâm not telling you. Otherwise, my law-abiding image will be ruined.âAnnabelle chuckled but her nose suddenly turned sour.âThank you, KendrickâŠââFor what?ââFor everything. For always protecting me, for keeping everything to yourself so I wouldnât be hurt. That mustâve been hard for youâŠâHe sigh
The young nurse burst into laughter. âAlright, Iâll get going then!âWith that, she breezed out of the room.Annabelle couldnât tell if the nurse was laughing because she genuinely found her funnyâor if she had caught on to the hidden meaning behind her words.Whatever it was, once the nurse was gone, Annabelle put down the apple and fixed her gaze on Kendrick.Kendrick smiled. âWas the knife sharp?âAnnabelle tested the blade with her fingertip and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. âSo, you and this young lady know each other?âFrom the tone of their conversation earlier, she could tell they were definitely not strangers.Kendrick didnât deny it. He nodded. âYeah, I know her.ââKnow her *well*?ââWell enough,â Kendrick said, reaching for her wrist. âCome on, letâs put the knife down before we talk. Itâs dangerous.âAs he spoke, he gently took the fruit knife from her hand and placed it on the bedside table.âI didnât say anything. Why are you acting guilty?â she asked.Kend