When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Once Marcus gathered his thoughts, he moved away and instructed the doctor and nurses with a serious expression, “Doctor, please ensure everything is fine.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion because my self-proclaimed fiancé of mine didn’t seem to be pleased with my condition.

He should be glad that I had regained consciousness after the days he spent watching over me, yet his expression suggested otherwise.

The doctor couldn’t be bothered by his harsh reaction. After going through a series of check-ups in the morning, he concluded that he should have kept to himself.

“According to the examination we ran, most of your physical parts have recovered. However, after drowning for such a long time after the accident, you’re going to suffer from transient global amnesia for the time being.”

I was immediately irked by the doctor’s explanation. Halfway through his explanation, my mind went completely blank, and I started playing with a strand of my hair absentmindedly.

different equipment. Unfortunately, my effort was to no avail. Overwhelmed by a sense of

talking about my condition, the two men had serious expressions on their

about to administer me the prescribed medicine, exclaimed, “Ms. Stovall, I’m so glad you have regained consciousness! Mr. White has been keeping an eye on you over the three years you were unconscious. A lot of us consider Mr. White the perfect man, yet you’re the only one he cares about. You have no idea how envious most of

nurse mentioned Marcus, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of

the eyes of the relatively young women. He had a well-precedented reputation of

my emotions, I couldn’t be bothered by the nurse’s remark at all. Instead of being infuriated by the nurse’s response, I responded to her statement with a

once more. Although the gentleman seemed like a trustworthy man, I couldn’t shake the lingering sense of doubt I had towards

the edge of the bed and served me a glass of warm water. It seemed like a

and held it in my hands to keep myself warm.

that he was a close acquaintance of mine; something essential seemed to be missing between us for us to be engaged. I had a gut feeling that we weren’t