The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 592

Emma made her way across the sterile hospital corridor. Her concern was etched in the fine lines of sweat on her brow. “How’s Hughes doing?” she asked. Her voice was laced

with worry.

Bryan looked up, with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re here. He’s hanging in there, and hasn’t woken up yet though. Doctor says he should come around by this afternoon. All going well.” He noticed Emma’s perspiration, which was a clear sign of her haste. “Weren’t you supposed to be at work this morning? Talent agents like you are always on the go, aren’t they? I mean, if you were free, sure, pop in to see him, but you didn’t need to rush over. Like, if you were heading to the grocery store and happened to be passing by the hospital, that would’ve been a perfect time to drop in.”

– Emma brushed off Bryan’s teasing.

“Can I see him?” she inquired. Her tone was serious.

“Sure, go right ahead.”

She pushed open the door to the hospital room and stepped inside.

Hughes lay there, in a patchwork of tubes and wires. His pale face was ashen like a ghost, a deep unconsciousness enveloping him. Emma had only met this man a few times, shared a few nights, but the news of his injury had stirred a sadness within her.

comatose state, Emma quietly pulled up a chair beside the bed. She watched him, propping her chin with one hand, contemplating the man who lay in a medicated

only sign of the

about being tough, didn’t you?” Emma whispered softly. “Look at you now. Seems

play the hero.”

As Bryan had pointed out, her life as a talent agent was hectic, and breaks were a luxury she seldom

pressure was mounting. That morning, Emma had an appointment with a national beverage brand manager

back to Bryan. “What happened to Hughes last night?

crowds, Emma suspected some kind of brawl. Perhaps an argument had escalated, and

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when a group barged in and started a fight, trashing a bunch of chairs at the Blue Club. Hughes and I rushed down, and it seemed

into a thin line.

I know of,” Bryan replied. “He’s been keeping