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.

I used to go through with the aid of different

Marcus asked my attending physician for a few minutes outside of his office. Whilst talking about my condition, the two men had serious expressions on their faces. Occasionally, they would look

you over the three years you were unconscious. A lot of us consider Mr.

Marcus, her cheeks flushed

the relatively young women. He had a well-precedented reputation of being a loyal man, so I knew a lot of people, including

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 smile. It felt as though I was genuinely delighted on Marcus’

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

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

held it in my hands to keep myself warm. “Are

us for us to be engaged. I had a gut feeling that we weren’t actually in