Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Chapter 92
Late at night, Winter’s fever finally broke completely. She was so exhausted and weak that she fell into a deep sleep.
William was resting in the adjoining suite. The entire room was so quiet that the only sound was Winter’s faint, steady breathing.
At some point, the wind outside the window had stopped.
A tall, upright shadow stood beside her bed.
His hand reached out and lightly touched Winter’s pale lips.
His thumb pressed against her lower lip, tracing it with an intimate, lingering friction. His fingertips wandered upward, sliding from her chin to her jawline, then to her earlobe finally coming to rest at the outer corner of her eye.
A very soft chuckle slipped out.
Winter didn’t notice a thing.
He lifted the fingers that had just touched her face and brought them to his lips, kissing them gently.
His dark eyes stayed fixed on her as he murmured in a low, husky voice, thick with yearning. “Winnie p>
The tall figure braced himself on either side of her pillow and leaned down, slowly closing the distance to her face.
In her sleep, Winter felt a dull ache low in her belly. She frowned and turned over without waking.
All of a sudden, something brushed across her lips. It was soft and cool.
Her eyes snapped open. The room was dim.
The strange sensation lingered for a second, and then she realized what it was. A lock of her hair had slipped across her mouth when she turned.
“Why am I so jumpy today?” she muttered to herself.
After daybreak, Zac accompanied the orthopedic doctor to Chris’s room for morning rounds.
He didn’t expect to see Skyla there already.
“Skyla, you don’t have to come every day,” Zac said as he took off his mask and glanced at Chris’s breakfast. “Chris has us to look after him. Traveling back and forth is hard on you p>
The food had clearly been prepared by Skyla herself.
To cook all of this and bring it to the hospital, she must have gotten up before sunrise.
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Skyla ladled chicken broth into a bowl. “I have nothing else to do anyway. If you don’t let me come, I’ll end up depressed just sitting at home p>
At those words, Zac’s brow tightened slightly.
He thought back to the car accident years ago. Skyla had been left paralyzed from the waist down while saving Chris. She had indeed spiraled into depression back then, attempting suicide several times. If it weren’t for Chris, she probably wouldn’t be alive today.
“Right. Getting out for a bit is good for you,” Zac said.
Just then, the orthopedic doctor’s voice rose from behind them. “Mr. Xander, have you moved your cast again p>
The tone sounded like a scolding, but it was careful, restrained, and laced with a frustration the doctor was trying hard to hide.
Chris was the head of the Xander family and the real power behind this hospital. How could the doctor afford to truly get angry?
Zac turned and strode over. Skyla drove her motorized wheelchair forward as well.
Gavin was closest. He stepped forward.
Sure enough, the cast on Chris’s leg had shifted noticeably compared to yesterday.
“Are you trying to lose your leg?” Zac snapped, not sure whether he should yell or just give up.
It wasn’t his leg, after all. But Chris’s repeated defiance of medical orders was testing Zac’s professional patience to its limit.
Chris lay back on the bed. The perfect lines of his face looked softer than usual because of how pale he was, but his expression was cold and distant. His lips pressed into a thin line that made a chill crawl up anyone’s spine.
Skyla frowned, her worry evident.
“Rewrap it,” Chris finally commanded, his voice a low, magnetic rasp.
A knock sounded at the door.
Gavin went over and opened it.
Outside, a bodyguard was pushing a wheelchair.
He leaned in and said quietly to Gavin, “Mr. Zeller sent this over. He said it’s to thank Mr. Xander for saving his wife p>
Even saying it made him uncomfortable. Saving his wife. Whose wife was he talking about, exactly?
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