Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 63 I Want to Start Over with You

My hand, already tense, finally relaxed a bit, even though Arthur's grip was still tight.

"Emily, come on, you still love me, right? You're just with Ethan to get back at me, aren't you?" Arthur's grip tightened, and he leaned in closer, his breath reeking of booze.

The stench made me wanna hurl, but I kept my eyes on the shadow on the floor. After what felt like forever, I finally managed to say, "Yeah, I did it to spite you. You and Vivian are always rubbing your relationship in my face. I can't stand you two. I hate how you treat me."

Every word felt like a knife to my heart, cutting deeper and deeper.

Arthur suddenly plopped down on the bed and hugged me, all excited. "Emily, I was such an idiot. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hurt you. Forgive me. You miss me too, right?"

I kept staring at the shadow, swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth, and whispered, "Yes."

The next second, the shadow vanished, and I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway, getting fainter.

Arthur, drunk as a skunk, pulled me into a tight hug, one hand on the back of my head, leaning in like he was gonna kiss me.

I felt like I was gonna puke and couldn't fake it anymore. I shoved him away hard.

Arthur, wobbling, steadied himself and gave me this cold smirk. "What's the deal? Didn't you say you missed me? Or are you just messing with me?"

I didn't dare make a sound, scared I'd piss him off.

After a bit, Arthur grabbed my hand again. "Emily, let's start over, okay?"

I turned my face away, feeling sick just looking at him. "You're drunk. Let's talk when you're sober."

I was really scared he'd do something crazy in his drunken state. Luckily, he seemed to get it, stood there for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, you rest up. I'll come see you tomorrow." Arthur finally left, and the room went dead quiet.

I collapsed back onto the bed, feeling totally drained, trying hard not to cry. I had always been such a wimp. This time, I hoped I could be braver and more decisive.

After a while, the hallway outside got noisy, with footsteps running back and forth like something had happened. For some reason, I felt a bit uneasy.

When the nurse on duty came to check on me, I asked her and found out that someone had smashed a window downstairs and hurt his hand.

The nurse said, "Man, that hand was bleeding like crazy. Pretty scary. But the dude was kinda hot. Wonder what got him so riled up."

I couldn't speak for a bit. Finally, I asked, "Is he seriously hurt?"

said with a smile as she left. "Lucky it wasn't his face. That would've

left, I couldn't sleep and got a message from Seagull: [Emmy, you

I remembered Seagull saying he was coming back, so I

while for him to reply. [Emmy, I might not be coming back for now. Got some stuff to handle here. They don't wanna let me go and even gave me a raise. Decided to stay

[Emmy, no matter what, I hope you're

some reason, chatting with Seagull always chills me out. I

morning, Jason came to check on me before

How

I said, "I'm fine."

"Heard this morning that someone smashed a window downstairs with his bare hands last night. Wondered who'd do something so

at them?' Seeing I wasn't speaking, Jason quickly explained, "Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't tell him about your situation, and I really did hear him

a minor injury. This kind of

violent side, but his impulsiveness

in with breakfast. "Emily, have something to eat," Arthur said, placing the breakfast on my bedside

looked at Arthur like he was a total stranger. I mean, Arthur had never been

and gave a faint smile.

stared at Arthur, feeling all kinds of conflicted inside. If he had treated me like this earlier, we wouldn't be in this mess. Now, the damage

mention him," I

say anything after that, and Arthur continued, "Emily, think it over. I'll wait

also a form of revenge? Caught in the middle of their back-and-forth, what am I? I'm nothing.' After getting discharged, I moved back to my old place

since we worked at the same hospital, I often ran into him. When I went to the hospital

envied by a lot of girls. Once, without a word, Jason helped pick the cilantro out of my dish, a gesture that

did you know I don't like

"Most girls don't like the taste.

right,"

glances. If this kept

bit later, and there weren't many people left. After getting my food, I went

you want, it's on me," a

a tray. With him

bottle of Coke was placed in front of

table had just finished eating and were leaving with their trays. As one passed by me,

to," the nurse

she did it on purpose, I couldn't blame

had already stood up and was in front of me, taking out a napkin to help

myself," I said, not wanting Arthur to touch