Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 151

She had been confined in this hospital for six long weeks now, with the torture of physical recovery and, of course, the emotional turmoil Alexander brought in with his constant presence.

He had saved her from death, donated part of his liver to her, and paid for each single treatment she went through. Grateful though she was, all she could feel was an overwhelm of all he had done for her. she couldn't go on taking, taking his help and gift, not this way. "Babe," Jaden whispered urgently, snapping her out of her thoughts. "I will order for another ride as soon as possible."

She nodded while ignoring Alexander's gaze which was burning into her back. But before they could take another step, the sound of shouting and hurried footsteps from a distance froze them in place.

Emma turned her head sharply, and her heart sank.

Paparazzi!

A swarm of them flooded into the parking lot, cameras flashing and voices clamoring as they rushed toward her.

""Mrs. Black! Over here!"

"Are you really back to your health?!"

"Is it true that your ex-husband donated his liver for you?!

Panic coursed through her veins. The bright flashes blinded her, and their voices made it impossible to think. Jaden stepped protectively in front of her, shielding er from the onslaught, but it was clear they wouldn't make it back inside without being mobbed. "Damn it," Jaden muttered, looking around for an escape route.

voice sliced through the chaos, smooth and commanding.

Emma hesitated.

refused to give in, refused to give him the satisfaction of a win, but the paparazzi were closing in too

word was said as she reached for Jaden's arm and took off in a sprint toward the limousine. Alexander moved aside, opened the door, his face unreadable. Once she and Jaden were inside, Alexander hopped into the

seated comfortably and with an air of entitlement that churned her stomach. Annie's presence was a

expected Annie to be here, but deep down, she realized she should have. Annie was Alexander's girlfriend after all. She was the woman he

the screen. But not Emma's. Emma was no fan; she had

sweetness. "How are you feeling now? I do hope you're recovering well."

Emma wasn't about to indulge in

I feeling?" she repeated, her tone sharp enough to cut glass. "Let me guess. Me being alive

quickly recovered, her eyes darting to Alexander as if seeking

you're talking about, she said, her voice

in her chair slightly. "Don't play dumb with me. We

Annie."

of a minute ago melting. "Alexander," she said softly, her voice trembling as she turned to him. "Are you just going to let

whirled around on the keyboard of his laptop. "I have work to do," he replied coolly. Clearly, he wanted no involvement with

an hour, the limousine pulled up at the airport, its sleek body glistening in the sun. Outside, it was chaotic: paparazzi swarmed the entrance like bees to honey, cameras

nerves began to fray under the weight of all the attention. Beside

bodyguards appeared, steely-eyed, and took up position to provide a shield around the pair, escorting them group through hundreds of photographers and reporters. Questions were being thrown at them from every direction. Emma said nothing. She bit her jaw and

her head low as