The Love From Vengeance

141 CAN’T SEE YOU

ARIEL’S POV

After having a conversation on the phone with someone concerning business, I made my way back to the hospital, greeted by the doctors around me. The building was now bustling.

I made my way back to Luke’s room, and the moment I opened the door, no one was inside. Luke’s bed was empty, like empty. I wondered where he had gone to. My conversation on the phone was really lengthy, no doubt about that. It went for minutes, and I was so lost in my business talk that I totally forgot how crazy this man could get.

“Luke, are you here? Are you hiding, or something?” I asked cautiously. Well, it could be possible he was playing hide and seek. Literally.

But no, he wasn’t in the room, so the question now here was: where had he gone? He couldn’t have left the hospital. If he had left, then I would have noticed because I was standing outside the building, making the phone call.

I quickly made my way out of the room and down the hallway towards the nurse’s station. As I approached, I could see that they were all busy with their duties, but I needed to find out where Luke had gone.

“Excuse me, have any of you seen Luke? He was in room 305, but now he’s gone, ” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

expression on their faces. One of them, a kind–looking woman named Maria, spoke up. “I’m

to be sent out to look for Luke. As we waited for them to arrive, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for not paying enough

the other floors; maybe

check the floor; the man wasn’t there. Ugh, this was definitely not good. Okay, so it’s my fault now for making such a lengthy call? I’m definitely not going to put the blame on myself or feel guilty for anything. But I needed to find that man. I think I’ll just sit in his room and wait for him to come back. Yes, that was the perfect solution. So, I

was just here,

my phone in hand, I think I was ready for a well–deserved break. Yeah, it wasn’t easy searching for that husband of mine. I believed he was going to come back any moment from now on. It was only a matter of time before

mostly at work, when my head was about to go on fire. There were too many projects at hand, but someone needed a little rest. So what did I do those times? I just

to dance. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the feline’s clumsy moves, my laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. Now, this was what I was

engaging in an adorable, but chaotic, pillow fight. I grinned, feeling the tension in my shoulders release with each giggle. The innocence and joy of children never failed to lift my spirits. I tapped the screen, saving the video to

the tiny furballs tumbling over one another in their earnest attempts to conquer the steps. It was a symphony of adorable chaos that left me breathless with

a video of a prank gone wrong. A man, attempting to scare his friend, found himself falling victim to his own trap instead. I doubled over, tears all over her face, as I watched the man’s startled expression transform into a mix of shock and embarrassment. It was truly absurd that I began to cry because I was laughing so hard at the

swell at the pure, unadulterated joy radiating from

in me slipping away, replaced by a lightness she hadn’t felt for