Chapter 639
Chapter 639:
Stewart’s injury remained hidden, known only to a select few.
The Howard family received the news first.
Lauren listened to her assistant’s report and narrowed her eyes into cold slits.
“Interfering fool,” she muttered, her expression blank.
Grace and gentleness usually defined Lauren’s demeanor. Now, however, her gaze carried a chilling threat that could freeze blood in one’s veins.
The assistant lowered his head immediately, not daring to meet her eyes.
Lauren issued her commands with sharp precision. “Locate Dustin and pay him well. Arrange a passport for his departure from the country p>
A criminal like him would accept any job if the price proved tempting enough—even the most perilous tasks wouldn’t make him hesitate.
The assistant left to execute her orders.
ѕ𝘁𝗼𝘳𝗂еѕ 𝗒оu 𝘄o𝗇’𝘵 p𝘶𝗍 𝖽ow𝗻 𝗈𝗻 𝗀аlո𝗈𝗏е𝗹ѕ.𝗰𝗈m
At Okburg Hospital, Gabriela followed the doctor’s recommendations and hired two experienced caregivers who alternated shifts, watching over Stewart every hour of every day.
She rushed to the hospital whenever her schedule allowed.
Stewart embraced his role as an indulged patient, grumbling about the bland hospital meals. Gabriela responded by preparing porridge for him.
“Gabriela, I took a blade saving your life, and you only serve me this slop?” Stewart complained with theatrical dismay.
Gabriela explained with endless patience, “The doctor insists you eat only light foods for the first week. Once your wound begins healing properly, I’ll prepare something with real flavor p>
She spoke while lifting the thermal container’s lid to serve him the warm porridge.
Her long lashes cast delicate shadows as her gentle gaze focused downward—a sight that could capture any man’s attention.
Stewart found himself mesmerized by her beauty. When she extended the bowl toward him, he feigned complete helplessness. “Gabriela, my right hand is useless. I can’t grip anything p>
Gabriela nodded, then fed him carefully, spoonful after spoonful.
The terrifying events of that day remained vivid in her memory, and gratitude flooded her heart for Stewart’s selfless sacrifice—taking a knife meant for her.
In that moment, she felt prepared to grant any request he made, especially something as simple as helping him eat.
Stewart basked in pure contentment.
After the meal concluded and Gabriela had cleaned up and departed, Erik entered the room.
“Mr. Williams, are you certain you want to keep your family uninformed?” he asked, worried about the injury’s severity and the challenges of maintaining such secrecy.
“Not a single word,” Stewart replied with lazy satisfaction, settling back against his hospital pillows. “If they arrive, Gabriela will lose her courage to visit p>
He savored every moment of Gabriela’s devoted attention.
When he reflected on that dangerous day, Stewart experienced genuine regret about his missed opportunities. “I should have pulled Gabriela into my arms. Seeing me wounded yet still gazing at her with pure devotion, she would have been overwhelmed with emotion p>
She would have been willing to be his girlfriend.
Erik remained silent. Had the knife wound somehow damaged Stewart’s brain?