Ryan saw Isabella was truly anxious, which indicated she still had some conscience left. He turned back to the car, took out paper and a pen from inside, and wrote down the hospital’s address and room number.
She took the address and turned to leave.
She practically raced to the hospital, running two red lights and nearly causing an accident, but finally arrived at the hospital in the fastest time possible.
Following the address, she found Andrew’s hospital room and rushed in almost without thinking.
Inside the room, Andrew lay quietly on the bed, his deeply chiseled features taking on a pallor. He slept deeply, but even in slumber, his brows furrowed slightly.
There was an IV tube inserted into the back of his hand, and the cold liquid slowly dripped into his body through the veins.
She couldn’t gauge the severity of his injury, but the thought of potential danger to his life made tears stream down her face. She held his cold hand, tears falling one after another onto the back of his hand.
As she cried heavily, the door to the ward was pushed open once more, and a doctor in a white coat walked in.
“Are the family members here? Perfect timing. Could you handle the discharge procedures? Once this IV is done, he can leave the hospital,” the doctor approached the bedside, handing the discharge notice to Isabella.
With tear-blurred eyes, she looked at the discharge notice in her hand, tears still trembling on her cheeks. She couldn’t react for a while, dumbfounded as she asked, “He isn’t severely injured or in any danger, is he? How can he be discharged so quickly? It’s not because the treatment failed, is it?”
“What?” The doctor widened his eyes, looking at Isabella with complete confusion, even suspecting that this family member might have entered the wrong room.
“Miss, your boyfriend only has a stomach ulcer. He just needed some medication. He was admitted for observation. Samuel conducted a comprehensive check on him this morning, and now he can go home for rest. Just make sure he avoids alcohol and reduces smoking for a while,” the doctor said before turning and leaving.
After the doctor left, Isabella almost crumpled the discharge notice in her hand, still feeling puzzled and resentful. She reached out and pinched Andrew’s arm hard.
In fact, when she came in, he was already awake. Being a military man, he was always alert, and her scent was quite alluring to him. But when she burst into tears upon entering, he hadn’t figured out how to respond and could only pretend to be asleep. Now, he couldn’t keep up the act.
His sapphire-like eyes slowly opened, clear and awake, devoid of any sleepiness.
Isabella wasn’t foolish; she knew she had been deceived. Instantly furious, she exploded, ‘Why stop pretending to sleep now? Andrew, fooling me as if I’m an idiot, is that amusing?’
After saying this, she crumpled the discharge notice and threw it on him, turning to run towards the door, not intending to give him a chance to explain.
“Isabella!” he hoarsely called out, almost subconsciously jumping off the bed. He didn’t know how to explain, he didn’t even understand why Isabella thought he was dying. But he knew for certain, he couldn’t let her leave like this.
As Andrew took a step, the IV line snagged, and without a second thought, he pulled the needle out of his hand.
Just as Isabella opened the room door, a strong arm reached out from behind and slammed the door shut with a bang.
“Andrew, let me go!” she looked up at him, growling low.
“Explain before you leave,” his deep blue eyes were intense.
“What else do we have to talk about?” She would have slapped him if she hadn’t seen his bad complexion.
“Who told you I was critically ill?” he asked.
“Wasn’t it you who had Ryan deceive me?” she replied irritably.
Andrew rested his head in one hand, his handsome face filled with helplessness. Right now, all he wanted was to call Ryan over and give him a good kick. Causing trouble when there was no need for help.
“I didn’t know he went to find you,” Andrew explained.
“Do you think I’d believe you? Both of you are birds of a feather,” she didn’t believe a word he said from the start.
Well, Ryan wasn’t around. He could easily shift all of it onto him, continue pretending to be innocent and pitiful, thinking she’d soften up, right?
However, when she saw Andrew’s hand leaning against the door still bleeding, she couldn’t help but soften.
Alright, being soft-hearted was a flaw that needed correction. But until it was corrected, she couldn’t just ignore him.
Isabella turned back to the bedside and reached out to press the call bell. Soon after, a nurse came in and reconnected Andrew’s IV.
He held onto her wrist with the hand not receiving the IV, as if afraid she might run away.
“Why are you holding onto me?” she said, feeling a pinch from his grasp.
“Scared you might run off like that night,” he said.
“You’re bold to say that. If I ran off, wouldn’t you have come after me? You made me wait at the door for so long,” Isabella remembered that incident, feeling irritated.
Andrew hesitated for a moment and then chuckled lightly.
“After you left that day, Asher kept crying, I had to console him first,” he explained.
“Your son is more important than me!” she said.
“In your heart, who is more important, me or Asher?” Andrew asked.
“…” Isabella was rendered speechless by the question, hesitating on how to answer.
While she was still pondering over her response, he suddenly exerted force and pulled her into his embrace.
She ended up sitting on his lap, her body against his warm and sturdy chest, even able to hear his strong and steady heartbeat.
Her cheeks flushed, and she instinctively tried to struggle, but then heard him say, “I apologize.”
“What?” she looked at him, bewildered.
“I said, I was wrong,” his deep and magnetic voice, his eyes intense.
He had thought about it; maybe what Amelia said was right. Whatever she might have done wrong, the moment she shed tears, that’s when he was wrong. She was his mate, and no matter what, as long as he was there to protect her, everything should be okay.
Isabella looked into his eyes. They were too profound to read, but she could feel the warmth within them.
His eyes shone like sapphires, but his complexion was terribly pale. She felt a slight pang of distress.
Moreover, since he had taken the initiative to apologize, she couldn’t hold a grudge against a patient. This prolonged cold war had to end; being cold for too long might injure her.
“On account of your good apology, I’ll reluctantly forgive you,” Isabella said and leaned over to give his cheek a peck, a reward for his good attitude.
However, for Andrew, a mere peck wasn’t enough.
After enduring her antics for so long, if he didn’t get back everything owed and more, he’d be at a loss.
With a swift movement, he pinned Isabella beneath him, and his cool lips directly covered her soft ones.