"Where is Lucas?" Chelsey asked, her anxiety seeping through her voice. She didn't care if she woke Mark up from his slumber. Mark scratched his head, puzzled. "Mr. Yates should be at home. I was on leave since yesterday." "Mark, I need you to do something for me," Chelsey told him. "Go to Lucas' house. Give me a call when you see him there. Please, go and find him. Now."Chelsey wasn't sure if it was because she kept thinking about Lucas during the day that brought about her dream of him that night.The dream seemed so real that it made her panic. She'd never had this kind of feeling before. "Okay, I'll head over to his place right away," Mark immediately agreed to her request. "I'll call you when I arrive." "Thank you so much!""No problem! Talk to you later." "Bye!" Chelsey couldn't sleep even after hanging up. She knew Mark wouldn't call her back anytime soon, yet she couldn't bring herself to put down her phone. She walked to the window and noticed that it
Chelsey and Fred took the earliest flight to Jenton City. Before they departed, she remembered to call Mark to check if he'd managed to find Lucas' location. However, Mark was unsuccessful.An image of someone abruptly appeared in Chelsey's mind.She thought of Micah.She quickly called Jason to send her Micah's number. When she called him, his phone was also turned off. She was certain it wasn't a coincidence that Lucas' and Micah's phones were turned off. Moreover, Micah wouldn't turn off his phone for no reason due to his job. Before Chelsey turned off her phone, she texted Mark again. "Find out where Micah is. He should be with Lucas in the same location."Mark replied, "Got it." After turning off her phone, Chelsey furrowed her brows and sank into her thoughts as she sat in her first-class seat. "Don't worry, Chels." Fred tried to reassure her. "Lucas is a lucky fellow. Nothing would happen to him."Chelsey forced a bitter smile. "Thanks, Uncle Fred." F
An hour later, Lucas was pushed out of the operating theater. The surgery lasted for seven hours. Lucas lay on the bed in a ward with tubes inserted into both his mouth and nose. Chelsey's heart broke for him. "Lucas, open your eyes and look at me, will you?" she sobbed. "Wake up. Get well soon… Get up and look at me." She gripped his hand tightly as she called out his name repeatedly. Everything else was insignificant in the face of death. She couldn't bother with anything else as long as Lucas was healthy and alive. She didn't mind if he lost a limb, his vision, or his mind now. She was willing to assume the role of a caretaker to attend to him, even if it meant for the rest of her life.Chelsey kept watch by the bed. Her eyes were trained on Lucas the entire time. In addition to the wound on his chest, many other physical injuries were also visible to Chelsey. His body was almost entirely covered with bandages. She took out a Q-tip, immersed its tip in water, and
Chelsey was about to say something, but Lucas yelled at her. "I told you to get out! Don't you understand?" he roared. "Or should I call the guards to force you out of here?" Tears pricked Chelsey's eyes as they threatened to fall. "Okay…" she said. "I'll leave." She told herself that everything was fine. Lucas was alive, after all. It didn't matter if he forgot all about her. She'd make him remember.Chelsey and Fred then left the ward together. Micah, still panicking, stayed in the ward and tried to help Chelsey by saying, "Luke, she's the woman you love the most. You put your life on the line for her. How could you forget her just like this?" Lucas swallowed. He spoke too loudly just now, and his chest badly hurt.He said hoarsely, "Go and check if she's left." "Huh? Okay," said Micah, walking over to the door. Peeking out, he couldn't see Chelsey anymore, so he returned to report to Lucas. "She's gone," he said, visibly upset. "That's good." Lucas sigh
Chelsey shot Fred a dazzling smile. Now that she'd think it through, she felt her entire being relax. Sensing that her smile was genuine, Fred heaved a sigh of relief. "It's good that you aren't upset," he said. "Let's find ourselves a hotel to spend the night. We'll visit him again a bit later." "Okay."There was a five-star hotel nearby. They checked in at the front desk. They each had a suite to themselves. Since they rushed over, they didn't manage to bring anything with them. So, Chelsey wore the same clothes she wore yesterday after showering. When she lay on the bed, she realized that she was famished. She hadn't eaten much since yesterday, so her stomach was empty. She ordered takeout, and as she waited for her food to arrive, she texted Mark. "How's Lucas today?"Mark replied soon enough. "He's fine. Don't worry." "Please tell me right away if anything happens." "Okay, Ms. Jenson."After gobbling up her food, Chelsey took a nap. It was afternoon when
Chelsey couldn't stop her tears from flowing when she saw the wounds all over Lucas' body. With her head lowered, she helped him clean the wounds and change the blood-stained gauze.Lucas closed his eyes and pretended not to know it was her by his side. He feared he would lose it if he continued looking at her. Micah sat beside Lucas on the bed, scrolling on his phone. Suddenly, he said, "Luke, why don't you just tell Chelsey the truth? She wouldn't be mad at you if she knew that you had your reasons for pretending to become an amnesiac."If it weren't for the bandages all over his body, Lucas would've shot up from bed and stuffed Micah's mouth with whatever he could get his hands on. He thought Micah was a useless brat for being unable to keep his mouth shut. Lucas instinctively turned to look at Chelsey. Her eyes were wide as she stared right into his. Lucas' heart skipped a beat. He wanted to look away before she noticed him staring, but it was too late. The two of t
Chelsey had earned a certificate of professionalism in attending to other people, after all. Lucas was so parched that he drank half the water bottle in one go. After getting some water, his throat felt much better, but his bladder started feeling the effects. Chelsey had to empty the urine drainage bag for him. Lucas was reluctant to let her do it, so he said, "I'll have the care worker do this. You don't have to do any of these anymore." "It's fine. I've gotten used to this." Chelsey's expression remained the same. She didn't feel awkward about having to change the urine bag. Lucas stared at her with a stern expression. "Chels, you're my wife. You're not a nanny. I've never thought of you as a nanny." Chelsey shot him a soft smile. She understood him. "I'd be willing to accept it even if I were to become your nanny. I want to look after you, Lucas."She continued, "I might sound outrageous, but I want to protect you too. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore…"
Goosebumps formed all over Chelsey's body. She admired Lucas even more now. Timothy continued telling her about Draco. "Lucas once destroyed Quantum Corp's lair and killed all of Draco's friends and family, but Draco faked his death. So now, he's returned to avenge his brethren."He concluded, "This time, though, we're still unsure if the one who died is the real Draco or a mere substitute.""Thank you, Tim. I understand it all now," said Chelsey, fear seeping through her voice. She wasn't initially afraid of listening to his descriptions of Draco, Lucas' enemy. However, terror rose in her heart, and her legs turned to jelly after Timothy was done speaking. Timothy helped her to the couch, and they sat. "Listen to me, Chels. You have to stay away from Lucas to keep you and your baby safe," he warned. "Do you know what happened to the last person who offended Draco?" "No," Chelsey muttered as she pictured an execution in her mind. "That person merely killed one of Drac