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.

money away?" Demi's voice was steady,

bills.

keep my mouth shut. It's the only way I'll get another chance

face resigned. It broke something in me. "Demi, we don't

just shook her head, her voice flat. "There's no way out.

how could I tell her

wounds. I'd heard her stories. Those people had broken her, and she had every right to want them

the table: Demi hadn't wanted risotto or

and headed

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from earlier had me on edge, but no one had bothered him. It helped that he looked so convincingly 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 rushed closer, only to realize they were

bad it actually was. My chest tightened as they worked, each cut and bruise making it harder to

voice broke through,

stepped aside as his eyes flicked to me. "Come here," he said

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

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