Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
Stella kept her promise. Not only did she help her keep it a secret, but she also made a fake report for her. Rosalyn didn’t need to worry about it. But hadn’t Andrew already left? Why was he still by her bed?
Rosalyn struggled to sit up, but as soon as she moved, the wound on her back was pulled, and she suddenly felt a bone-eroding pain.
“Don’t move.”
Seeing that Rosalyn was moving around as soon as she woke up,
Andrew’s expression turned cold. He reached out to hold her shoulders and turned her over.
With his help, Rosalyn slowly turned her body to avoid touching the wound on her back.
But she was thirsty and wanted to drink water…
She looked up at Andrew and saw that his face was as cold as ice. She swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
She reached out to get the glass of water next to the bed, only to find that the blood on her hand had been washed clean, and even she had been changed into a hospital gown. “What do you want?”
Before Rosalyn could think about who had dealt with her hands and clothes, she heard Andrew’s indifferent and gentle voice above her head.
“Water…”
He picked up the glass of water next to her, put his arm around her waist, lifted her up, and personally fed her some water.
Rosalyn was stunned for a second, and her eyes were full of doubt as she stared straight at him as if trying to detect any subtle changes in his expression.
However, Andrew did not have any expression on his face. He was still as indifferent and distant as usual. The only difference was that the way he looked at her was gentler.
As she slowly finished drinking the water, Andrew gently set her down, his movements so gentle that Rosalyn began to wonder if the man in front of her was an impostor. “You…”
She wanted to ask him what was wrong.
However, Andrew stared at her and said solemnly, “I’ve already sent someone to look for a suitable heart for you. Wait a little longer. I’ll do my best to cure you.”
His words were like a warm current that slowly flowed into the bottom of Rosalyn’s heart, giving her a glimmer of hope.
If she hadn’t known that she was in the late stage of heart failure, she would probably have smiled and replied sweetly, “Okay, I’ll wait for you.”
However, she couldn’t make a promise to him, so she could only reply tactfully, “I’ve been looking for a suitable heart for many years but haven’t found one. You don’t have to hold too much hope. I can survive by taking medicine…”
After she finished speaking, Andrew’s face suddenly turned cold.
“I said I would cure you, so don’t refuse me.”
With a cold face, he pulled the quilt to cover her, picked up the report again, and sat next to her.
His thick, long eyelashes drooped down, covering his big, dark beautiful eyes, making it difficult for people to discern what emotions were hidden beneath them.
But there was a faint hint of anxiety lurking between his furrowed brows, so slight that it would be hard to discern if one didn’t look carefully.
Andrew had always been good at controlling his emotions. Rosalyn couldn’t see through him, so she couldn’t be bothered to guess and lay on her side.
They rarely got along so quietly. It seemed that in the past five years, he had never been with her in this way.
From time to time, Rosalyn would wonder what kind of position she occupied in his heart.
Why did he always come to her after they parted if she was just a substitute?
This time, he even snatched her away from Jackson in front of so many people.
After being separated for so long, could it be that it was still due to his me ntal cleanliness and discomfort in his heart that he acted this way?
Or… in his heart, he liked her a little.
Rosalyn didn’t dare to mention the word “love.” A man like Andrew would never fall in love with someone so easily.
While she was lost in her thoughts, the phone vibrating interrupted her.
Andrew took out his phone and looked at the number on the screen before answering the call. “Mr. Evans.”
Andrey’s respectful voice came from the other end.
“The surveillance footage is done. No one else will know about Ms. Garcia’s existence.”
“Also, after you left with Ms. Garcia yesterday, Jackson fainted on the spot, so I had to take him to the hospital.”
“Well,” Andrew responded flatly. “Is he awake?”
Andrey replied, “He just woke up and clamored to see Ms. Garcia…”
“No way,” Andrew interrupted him coldly.
Andrey was in a dilemma. “Mr. Evans, after all, he’s the president of the Collins Group. Now that they have been looking for him, I can’t keep sending people to lock him up…” The implicit meaning behind Andrey’s words was that he could withstand the pressure and temporarily lock Jackson up, but he couldn’t lock him up forever.
After thinking for a few seconds, Andrew finally said, “Let him go.”
Then, he hung up the phone and looked up at Rosalyn, who was sizing him up.
In fact, Rosalyn had already guessed whom he was referring to, so she didn’t ask.
It would be fine if he were willing to let go of Jackson. When she recovered a little, she would go to Jackson to thank him.
Andrew stared at the IV drip for a long time. It wasn’t until all the liquid in the bottle had been injected that he pulled out the syringe for her.
Rosalyn glanced at the three bottles of medicine next to her. It seemed that she was going to receive the infusion bottle by bottle.
But Andrew pulled out the needle for her. Did he not want her to get an IV drip?
While she was full of doubts, Andrew suddenly lifted her quilt and picked her up from the bed.
Rosalyn looked at his profile in a daze and asked, “Where to?”
“Go home,” Andrew said flatly as he hugged her.
The home he was talking about was not the No.8 Mansion but his private manor.
This place covered an area of hundreds of acres, and there was a large garden inside. Looking from a distance, it seemed to be a sea of flowers.
It took them a few minutes to drive into the villa building, which showed how big the manor was.
