All Chapters of My Comatose Husband Please Wake up!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I arrived at work, still shaken from the morning’s meeting with Mr. White. Just as I stepped inside, I spotted Harper leaning against my desk, her arms crossed, lips pursed, and that trademark scowl already in place."Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," she sneered. "The Queen of the office."I swallowed hard and forced myself to apologize. "I’m really sorry, Harper. Traffic was—""Save it," she cut me off, her tone icy. "I’ve heard that same excuse too many times."I barely had a chance to respond before she continued, clearly on a roll. "You need to straighten up if you want to keep your job around here."I nodded, biting back another apology. It was common knowledge that if I wasn’t the best editor she had, she’d have fired me ages ago. But still, she didn’t make things easy."I'm serious," she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "You’re going to have to prove your worth if you want to stay."I braced myself and asked, "How?"She folded her arms t

After finally selecting three dresses, Sophia and I made our way to the changing rooms with arms full. The first one I tried on was a deep red satin gown that clung in all the right places and flowed gracefully as I moved. The moment I slipped into it, I knew it was something special. It hugged my curves and shimmered under the boutique lights, catching Sophia's eye immediately.She let out a low whistle. "Girl, that dress was made for you. I swear Adrian’s jaw will drop when he sees you in that."I glanced in the mirror, struck by how the fabric seemed to make my skin glow. “You really think so?” I asked, striking a little pose with a laugh.“Absolutely. Trust me, the man’s not going to know what hit him,” Sophia said, nudging me with a grin.Feeling encouraged, I tried on the second dress—this one an elegant emerald green with a subtle slit up the side and a flattering neckline. I stepped out of the dressing room, and Sophia’s jaw actually dropped this time.“Okay, that’s it,” she d

Gregory chuckled, his eyes glinting with a hint of malice. “No need to rush,” he said smoothly. “Knight Enterprises is in… good hands.” His gaze slid over to Jordan, who was standing nearby, smugly adjusting his cufflinks, as if he were already in Adrian’s shoes.Gregory’s attention snapped back to Adrian. “By the way, Adrian, don’t you think the wheelchair might… attract attention? What would people say if, let’s say, a bolt came loose?” His smile widened, clearly enjoying his attempt to undermine Adrian’s confidence.I clenched my fists, anger simmering. Adrian’s grip on the armrest tightened, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed firmly on Gregory. I couldn’t let him stand there and take it.“You know, Gregory,” I said, stepping forward, my voice steady, “maybe you should be more concerned about your son’s actions than Adrian’s wheelchair.”Gregory’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “And who exactly are you to speak to me like that?” he sneered.I met his g

As Adrian stood up, a collective gasp swept across the room, the shock and amazement unmistakable on every face. For a moment, there was absolute silence, as if everyone was holding their breath, trying to comprehend what they were witnessing. And then, the applause began, a low rumble that quickly grew into a roar of admiration and astonishment. People clapped, cheered, and even rose from their seats, unable to contain their excitement at seeing Adrian stand for the first time in what felt like forever.The whispers and murmurs of admiration became a hum in the room, each voice adding to the chorus of praise and disbelief. The crowd buzzed with excitement, even after Adrian carefully sat back down. It was as though he had ignited a spark, a beacon of hope and inspiration, and the energy in the room seemed almost electric. As guests returned to their seats, still casting glances Adrian's way, they resumed their drinks and conversations, but the admiration in their eyes lingered. I cou

Our server came by, and we ended up ordering an assortment—mini sandwiches, fries, a milkshake, and a slice of chocolate cake that looked like it could solve any problem in the world. Once the food started arriving, I didn’t hold back, finally letting myself enjoy every bite. Adrian watched me with an amused look, shaking his head as I reached for a fry. “You really were hungry, huh?” “Hey, you said it was a snack night. Might as well enjoy it,” I said, shrugging and popping a fry into my mouth. He chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. “I can’t argue with that.” We talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughing as we ate. I told him about a few embarrassing childhood moments, and he shared a story about sneaking out as a teenager, getting caught, and having to do all the chores for a week as punishment. It felt natural and easy, like we’d known each other for years. At one point, I noticed a bit of whipped cream on his lip from his milkshake and laughed,