A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Chapter 368 Can’t Stop Caring About Him

Her mind was shrouded in confusion again. If the white car’s angle resulted from Leo turning the vehicle around out of reflex when he realized that Jessie was crashing into him, then why did Jessie give her a look with such hate?

Does she hate me because she thinks that I’m the one who snatched Leo from her? Amelie thought. Suddenly, the surgery room doors burst open, and a doctor wearing a white robe and surgical mask strode out.

She dismissed those thoughts as she set aside her phone hastily, trotted over, and asked worriedly, “How’s he doing, doctor?”

“His head and chest suffered trauma, but luckily, he was sent here in time, and we managed to stop the bleeding. He just has to stay for observation for a few days, and he’ll be up and about again in no time.”

A breath of relief escaped Amelie’s lips at the doctor’s words because she thought that he was severely injured when she saw him utterly drenched in blood earlier.

“Thank you,” she said, and the bed rolled out, but nobody was on it.

She frantically swept her gaze across the room and quickly noticed Leo slowly ambling out after the bed.

His head was wrapped in bandages, but his wounds were definitely still bleeding; she saw some blood seep through the bandages and leave a red stain. His freshly washed face appeared so pale that even his lips had turned slightly gray due to blood loss. He had a change of clothes as well—the light-colored patient robes provided by the hospital—and she could see the bandages around his chest from the collar of his shirt.

Although he took each step slowly, he was still staggering slightly. Coupled with the light-colored patient robe, he appeared like a beautifully fragile and sick man.

Amelie strode over and immediately supported him. “Why did you come out by yourself?”

He merely grunted curtly in a low and soft voice. There was a brief second where his gaze fell on her hands that were supporting him. However, he didn’t say a word of protest as they slowly made their way to his ward.

Although Leo’s life wasn’t in danger, his injuries were far from light, and he had to be hospitalized for a few days.

Amelie carefully helped him to the bed and pulled the sheets over him as he watched her every move with pursed lips.

When she had tucked him under the sheets, she brushed her palms together and started, “Well…”

She wanted to ask him what exactly happened, but she swallowed back the words that were about to tumble off her lips. Unfortunately, to her dismay, no matter how she tried to word the question, it sounded like she was trying to find out something about his private life.

she said was, “Take

for sending me to the hospital regardless of your busy schedule,

not welcomed, so when she saw Eugene

“Hi, Miss Dillon—”

had just run over, and she smiled at him politely before

head to watch her retreating figure as it disappeared from his line of sight, then he turned to the quiet man on the bed. The man’s eyes were also glued on Amelie’s back, but there was a hint of life and light in them, which were

injured because you tried to stop

truth behind the accident after visiting the police station

“At the

his face and sighed. Despite the anxiety

Jessie was wailing in the police

sending her off and even changes his car because he worries that she would notice it was him. How am I any less as compared

hospital bed now would be Miss Dillon. But did he save her just because he blamed himself for implicating

was finding it even harder to understand what was on Leo’s mind, and he didn’t dare to draw any conclusions lest

the document on that project? Did you bring

asked him about the file, he quickly opened his briefcase and passed it to him. The instant Leo’s hands touched the folder, he began reading through

He barely speaks, and the look in his eyes is also turning

side of the road for a while after departing the hospital. Her flight had already taken off without her by now, and there was only one flight a

going to spend the rest of the day,

was living their own lives now, and she didn’t want to impose. In the end,

this place, and the small town had undergone significant changes. The streets were wider, there were fewer potholes, and so were the roads connecting to the other neighboring cities. They were absolutely bustling, with cars passing

the road, two roadside vendors were chatting while running

might not be far off from those big cities in a

don’t have to visit the city anymore because we can buy everything we need here. Oh, I heard that the reconstruction isn’t finished yet. The town hospital

“Really?”

they were young. If they

So, while she reminisced

trees to the artificial hill, they took lovely strolls as they held each other’s hands, seated side-by-side as one read out loud for the other to listen

dusk by the time she came to her senses. When she lowered her head to check the time, she saw that it was already past 6.00PM.