Chapter 69

Chelsey was pretty adept at caring for Lucas. After all, she'd done it for three years.

She stuck a straw into the glass and held it close to Lucas' mouth so he could drink.

His throat felt much better after sipping some water; he could speak smoothly now. But the words he uttered made Chelsey want to splutter.

"Do you really love me?"

Chelsey buried her face in her palms. Had the accident turned him into a hopeless romantic instead of killing him? He'd never cared for these things in the past.

She looked at him helplessly. "Why do you keep asking such silly questions?"

"Because I want to know the answer. I have to stay alive, even if it's just for your sake!" Lucas held Chelsey's hand and looked deep into her eyes.

His hand was bandaged in layers of gauze. The way he looked at the moment made Chelsey's eyes turn red. She felt a burning sensation in her throat—the tears threatening to spill.

She sniffled and tried to keep her voice calm as she said, "Don't be so silly next t