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.

up a chair beside the bed. She watched him, propping her chin with one hand, contemplating

was the only sign of the life force within him.

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

play the hero.”

few minutes at his bedside, Emma stood and left the room. As Bryan had pointed out, her life as a talent agent was hectic, and breaks

the recent media frenzy surrounding Allison, the pressure was mounting. That morning, Emma had an appointment with a national

she turned back to Bryan. “What happened to Hughes last night? How

Hughes ran a bar that sometimes catered to rough crowds, Emma suspected some kind of brawl. Perhaps an argument had escalated, and he’d taken a knife for his trouble.

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in and started a fight, trashing a bunch of

lips pressed into a thin line. “Did he cross somebody recently?”

of,” Bryan replied. “He’s been keeping to himself these