A Matter of Wife and Love

Chapter 368 Can’t Stop Caring About Him

Her mind was shrouded in confusion again. If the white car’s angle resulted from Leo turning the vehicle around out of reflex when he realized that Jessie was crashing into him, then why did Jessie give her a look with such hate?

Does she hate me because she thinks that I’m the one who snatched Leo from her? Amelie thought. Suddenly, the surgery room doors burst open, and a doctor wearing a white robe and surgical mask strode out.

She dismissed those thoughts as she set aside her phone hastily, trotted over, and asked worriedly, “How’s he doing, doctor?”

“His head and chest suffered trauma, but luckily, he was sent here in time, and we managed to stop the bleeding. He just has to stay for observation for a few days, and he’ll be up and about again in no time.”

A breath of relief escaped Amelie’s lips at the doctor’s words because she thought that he was severely injured when she saw him utterly drenched in blood earlier.

“Thank you,” she said, and the bed rolled out, but nobody was on it.

She frantically swept her gaze across the room and quickly noticed Leo slowly ambling out after the bed.

His head was wrapped in bandages, but his wounds were definitely still bleeding; she saw some blood seep through the bandages and leave a red stain. His freshly washed face appeared so pale that even his lips had turned slightly gray due to blood loss. He had a change of clothes as well—the light-colored patient robes provided by the hospital—and she could see the bandages around his chest from the collar of his shirt.

Although he took each step slowly, he was still staggering slightly. Coupled with the light-colored patient robe, he appeared like a beautifully fragile and sick man.

Amelie strode over and immediately supported him. “Why did you come out by yourself?”

He merely grunted curtly in a low and soft voice. There was a brief second where his gaze fell on her hands that were supporting him. However, he didn’t say a word of protest as they slowly made their way to his ward.

Although Leo’s life wasn’t in danger, his injuries were far from light, and he had to be hospitalized for a few days.

Amelie carefully helped him to the bed and pulled the sheets over him as he watched her every move with pursed lips.

When she had tucked him under the sheets, she brushed her palms together and started, “Well…”

swallowed back the words that were about to tumble off her lips. Unfortunately, to her dismay, no matter how she tried to word the

she said was, “Take a good

to the hospital regardless of your busy schedule, Miss Dillon. You probably have other

tell that he was trying to drive her away even before he finished speaking. Regardless, she didn’t plan to hang around where she was not welcomed, so when she saw Eugene running over from the end of the corridor, she said, “Get well soon, Mr. Alston.” After that, she gave him a nod, twirled around, and walked

“Hi, Miss Dillon—”

Eugene, who had just run over, and she

to the quiet man on the bed. The man’s eyes were also glued on

know that you’re injured because you tried to stop Jessie from hitting her cab?” Eugene asked, pacing

truth behind the accident

“At the end of the day, I’m the reason this happened. She’s just an innocent victim,” he

stoic expression on his face and sighed. Despite the anxiety he was feeling in his heart, there was

scene where Jessie was wailing in the

her off and even changes his car because he worries that she would notice it was him. How am I any less as compared to Dillon? Why won’t he notice me? Why did he break up with me? No, I can’t

a woman loses her mind. If Mr. Alston hadn’t discovered her plan, the one lying on the hospital bed now would be Miss Dillon. But did he save her just because he blamed himself for implicating

understand what was on Leo’s mind, and

document on that project? Did

Leo asked him about the file, he quickly opened his briefcase and passed it to him. The instant Leo’s hands touched the folder, he

are open. He barely speaks, and the look in his eyes

for a while after departing the hospital. Her flight had already taken off without her

spend the

city, everyone was living their own lives now, and she didn’t want to impose. In the end, she decided to visit

last returned to this place, and the small town had undergone significant changes. The streets were wider, there were fewer potholes, and so were the roads connecting to the other neighboring cities. They were absolutely bustling, with

road, two roadside

you know we might not be far off from those big cities in a few years’

need here. Oh, I

“Really?”

met Leo when they were young.

was one of her cherished memories. So, while she reminisced about the past, she strolled to the town hospital and stopped at the central atrium to admire the magnolia trees that