The Bound Between Us

Chapter 766

Rowan cradled Anastasia in his arms as they flagged down a cab on the busy street. Melody slipped in right after them, even though Rowan initially wanted her out. But when Melody called Anastasia's name with genuine concern, he held back. Turning to the cab driver, his voice steady but urgent, he said, "To the hospital, please."

Anastasia was battling the effects of a drug, her skin flushed and burning with fever. Every fiber of her being screamed to shed her clothing, yet some distant part of her mind whispered restraint. Her body, however, refused to listen.

Melody gently adjusted Anastasia's clothes, whispering, "Hang in there, Mrs. Salstrom. We're almost at the hospital."

Rowan sat silently, anxiety etched into his features, his eyes never leaving Anastasia's face.

As soon as they reached the hospital, Rowan hurriedly summoned a doctor to counteract the drug. He left Melody to keep watch over Anastasia in the room while he paced the corridor outside, respecting the boundaries of decency.

The potent drug finally began to wear off after half an hour. Without the timely medical intervention, Anastasia's condition could have been catastrophic.

When she finally came to, she was drenched in sweat, as if she'd been swimming fully clothed.

Melody handed her a glass of water. "Here, Mrs. Salstrom, have some water." Anastasia managed to prop herself up, her limbs heavy and sluggish. "Thank you," she murmured, taking a sip.

water brought some clarity, and she felt

better?" Melody asked, concern

above a whisper. Melody's indignation flared. "That Jarod is a real piece of work. Thank goodness someone

the club, recalling it was Rowan who

is he?" she asked, her voice gaining a bit of strength.

"You mean the guy who helped you? He's outside. A real gentleman, he is. Most

it hard to believe that Rowan had brought her to the hospital. Even more puzzling was why

"Not everyone's like Mr. Salstrom, you know. Jarod can't hold a candle to him. Eight years ago, you and Mr. Salstrom were like a match

up. She hoped

do you know about eight

only just realized how much Melody seemed

always envious of you for finding someone like Mr. Salstrom. I never had the

voice was tinged with frustration and regret. She had searched for. answers

that Melody had been aware of the past while she, Anastasia,

had known the truth back then. It could have spared her the regrets with Herman and