Chapter 74: Chapter 74

After he uttered his last name, I didn't know how to open my lips; I wanted to ask him if he was kidding, but it didn't appear like he was, especially when I noticed his nameplate on his chest. We both stared at Wendy, and Wendy's expression faltered as she realized who the person in front of her was. The difference in her expression was evident, but when Wayne feigned his cough, Wendy's stance restored, but before I could completely focus on her, I remembered how she reacted and I couldn't figure out for whom it was for.

When I looked at who she was staring at, I noticed she was looking closely at Wayne, and Wayne matched.  I want to leave them because I feel trapped since it feels something is burning between them.  I was about to take a step back when Wayne grabbed my waist and pulled me up straight. Wendy's gaze was drawn there, and I wanted to take his hands away. However, he muttered something in my ear. I lightly pressed his chest due to the heat of his breath.

"Just act normal, you don't have to do anything," he whispered, and I stopped moving. We both turned at Wendy, who was now staring at the hand on my waist. Because of what she did, I was unable to move at all. They truly placed me in this awkward scenario.

"I was going to see my cousin, but it seems you have no intention of letting us in," Wayne teased Wendy, and Wayne still hadn't taken his hand from my waist, but it was as if someone was urging me not to. I didn't even withdraw his hand since I trusted my instincts more, but I became chilly when Wendy still hadn't removed her eyes there. When Wendy glanced at me, I found it difficult to swallow.

"You are welcome to come, but I do not recommend that others come." Wendy turned her focus away from me and onto Wayne. I can't tolerate the tension between them, which you'd assume was driving their resentment of each other. She locked her gaze on Wayne, but Wayne couldn't paint the grin since it was tinged with sadness. Before he spoke, I could hear him gnashing his teeth. They have a history that I simply cannot bear.

"I had no idea you were such a caring fiance," he remarked as he drew me inside. When I walked in and found Adonis lying down, I hurried over to hug him.

Adonis is yet to awaken. He was still sleeping, but the bandage on his head had improved significantly. His skin is no longer pale.  When I examined his face more closely, I noticed that he was no longer a mess as he had been in Zhejiang. I grabbed his hand in mine and kissed it. My tears streamed uncontrollably without my knowledge. I didn't glance at the person who came in when the door opened, even though I knew it was Wendy. I will not leave Adonis' side, especially now that he is in this situation due to my actions.

I expected Wendy to stop me, but she was just standing there, and I turned around when the door opened and closed, and when I looked back, there was no one behind me. They've left, and I believe there's something vital to discuss now that they're just the two of them.

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Wendy POV

It’s hard to leave without letting go but it’s harder to stay if you know you’re going to get hurt. It’s complicated for others but they won’t understand if you yourself are your opponent. There’s war fighting in your heart and you don’t know how to win that. There is a battle going on but you don’t know what you should fight for. I didn’t want to suffer from cancer ... and most of all... I didn’t want to leave him.

As Wayne hauled me out from the room, he made large steps. I didn't fight, simply gazed at the hand that was holding me. Tears welled up in the corner of my eye, but I didn't let them fall. I had no idea his caress and gentle touch would make me miss him so much. I wanted to embrace him back, but I grasped my hand to keep myself from doing so.

But the way he looked at me with those harsh eyes pierced my skin. He didn't seem to recognize who I was the way he behaved, which pained me even more since I felt I had no right to complain about what he was doing because I knew I had no right to do that to him. I wanted to cry, but I was more disturbed because something was obstructing my throat as I thought about how many women he had touched in that way. What if I'm cured? Will I ever return? I came to a halt and bowed because I couldn't stop crying.

When I came to a halt, he stopped as well, and he gazed at me. Fortunately, no one was in the corridor at the time, and no one could see us. He still hasn't released my hand, and I have a feeling he will soon. I didn't raise my head to look at him. It stung much more when he let go of my hand. I wanted to take his hand back and lock it around my own, but I kept questioning myself, "should I?" He seems to have been making progress for a long time, and I am the last one remaining in our world.

When he lifted my face by touching my chin, my every sob grew louder. I was hurt by how he treated me. I just wanted him to hold my palms but now it’s already for someone else. I want him to help me fight my illness but I don’t want to make him a prisoner of suffocating love. I don't want to make him a prisoner of love because there is still a good chance that he will meet someone else.

That's what I want to happen but…