Nicole's POVChris left. I should feel happy or at least relieved about it, but for some reason, I feel guilty.Maybe it was because he and I both knew that I wasn't being sincere. I didn't want to admit it, but we'd been on several dates, and I'd ordered spaghetti bolognese on three of our five dates, so he knew it all too well.I sighed, trying to control myself from this useless feeling that would only harm me. Suddenly, someone stroked my hair gently, snapping me out of my daydream about a man who could usually only think about himself. I turned my head, looking at Matthew, who was smiling gently."Take it easy. Everything will be fine, Nicole."I nodded, agreeing with his words and wishing for the same. I just wanted to get well soon so I could get back to work, see Richard, and spend time with my son in places far better than the hospital garden or this already dull hospital room.The bespectacled man stared at the closed door with a sharp gaze. "That man really doesn't know him
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