In the middle of the night, Madelyn jolted awake from a terrifying nightmare. She sat up abruptly, her forehead drenched in sweat. In an instant, a familiar scent of disinfectant invaded her nostrils, the one she detested above all.

Madelyn paused for a brief moment, questioning herself, ‘Am I not dead? Why am I still alive?’

Just then, a click echoed through the once-dark hospital room, illuminating it with harsh, blinding lights that made it hard for her to open her eyes.

Breaking the silence, a man’s icy voice pierced the air. “Did you have a nightmare?” He strode forward with long steps, approaching her bedside. His tall figure blocked the light, engulfing Madelyn’s petite body completely.

“Z-Zach?” Madelyn looked up. As she caught a glimpse of the man’s face, filled with a profound disgust that seemed to penetrate her very being, her eyes widened, and a look of terror washed over her features. “Stay away!” she thought, ‘Why am I back in the clutches of this devil?’ Instinctively, she recoiled, resisting his presence.

Madelyn’s mind was in chaos. The sight of Zach filled her with overwhelming fear and despair, suffocating her.

Zach’s movement froze. His narrow eyes instantly glazed over with a chilling frost, glaring at her unpleasantly. His handsome face darkened.

“I’ll go get the doctor,” the man’s voice, cold and hoarse, devoid of emotion, carried an intimidating aura.

covers. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain emanated from her

pain, Madelyn switched hands and reached for the cellphone on the bedside table. Pressing the buttons, she glanced at

the year 2000, the

hospitalized, seemingly because she had resorted to cutting her wrists in an attempt to force Zach to be her

had become Hayson Jent’s godson when Madelyn

their family’s mastiff suddenly went into a frenzy and attacked her. In that moment of danger, it was

echoed in Madelyn’s ears,

the warmth of his

the sense of security

a mature aura beyond his years. His features were strikingly handsome, with well-defined eyebrows, sparkling eyes, broad shoulders, a slender waist,

him by becoming a gift herself.

bed and immediately flung her off with disgust. He scolded her for her audacity, unleashing

for several days. No matter how diligently Madelyn searched, she couldn’t find any trace of him. So, she resorted to this foolish act, cutting her wrists in a

being

several

with gloom, his dark eyes coldly surveying Madelyn’s pale countenance. He wondered, ‘When Madelyn first

“The patient’s fever has subsided, and she can undergo the discharge process tomorrow. Regarding the wound on her wrist, please ensure she keeps it dry once she’s back home.

the man’s

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