Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 722

Chapter 722

I instinctively hid the bag behind my back, which only made the two men chuckle as they stepped into the elevator.

When the doors closed, I turned toward Demi's room. But after a few steps, unease hit me like a punch in the gut. Something was off.

I spun around, staring at the elevator doors. My heart was pounding before I even realized I was running.

"Demi!" I yelled, shoving her door open.

She blinked at me, startled. "What's wrong?"

Nothing had happened-at least not to me. But the fear that something might've happened to her had me panicked.

Seeing her sitting there, fine, I exhaled sharply and stepped inside. As I went to set the food on her bedside table, my eyes caught something-a fat stack of cash. Hush money.

My stomach churned as it clicked. Those two men had been here to make sure Demi stayed quiet.

can you help me put this money away?" Demi's

staring at the bills. "Why

the ceiling. "Because taking it makes them think I'll keep my mouth shut. It's the only way I'll get

resigned. It broke something in me. "Demi,

flat. "There's no way out. I have

through, how could I tell her to

I'd heard her stories. Those people had broken her, and she had every

on the table: Demi hadn't wanted risotto or

alone and

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unconscious. In the ICU access was tight, and anyone looking for something from him wouldn't get much out of coma patient. When I walked in, two doctors were hovering over him. My heart jumped, and I

how bad it actually was. My chest tightened as

through, stopping the

eyes flicked

my hand, pulling me down to sit beside him. "Don't look," he

now, in this much pain, he didn't want me to see