Chapter 6 No.6

When I was having an infusion in the hospital, I saw Zoe again.

Her foot was wrapped with thick gauze and she leaned against Rylan.

Rylan looked up at me.

I looked away as if I didn't see them. At this moment, I just wanted to have a good rest.

The nurse exclaimed in surprise.

"Mr. Morris, are you here to pick up Stella? You have to take good care of her. Her clothes were wet when she came here. She had a fever and almost fainted. Her hand was cut by the glass. What a poor girl!"

Rylan moved his lips slightly.

After a while, I felt someone sitting next to me.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Rylan sitting beside me with an embarrassed look.

After a while, he asked, "Do you really have a fever?"

I nodded my head, "Yes."

Looking at my hand wrapped with gauze, Rylan was stunned. "Do you get hurt because of my push?"

I didn't deny it. I nodded my head again.

After a moment of silence, Rylan said, "Zoe has sprained her ankle and she needs to drink the nourishing soup. The restaurant food doesn't suit her appetite. If you are fine, you can cook it for her."

The air was wet at night. I also felt cold all over my body.

I wrapped my arms around my chest, trying to warm myself up, but in vain.

Seeing me like this, Rylan became a little annoyed.

"You don't want to do it?"

"No! I don't want to!"

My voice was hoarse and my throat seemed to be cut by a sharp blade. My words were full of sadness.

Rylan looked at me with a frown, as if he didn't understand why I refused him so fiercely.

At this moment, I finally understood that he really didn't love me.

Otherwise, how could he bear to hurt me like this?

When I looked up, I saw Wesley coming back with the medicine not far away. He was consulting the doctor about something and then memorized it carefully. The sweat on his forehead showed that he had been running back.

He was so handsome. He looked like him...

I looked at Rylan's chest. I wanted to raise my hand to feel his heartbeat, but he suddenly took a step back.

Seeing him treat me like this, I smiled bitterly and withdrew my hand silently.

Looking straight into his cold eyes, I finally asked him such a question.

"You don't love me anymore, do you?"

He was stunned, and then his face was full of sarcasm.

He said, "Stella, behave yourself. You will always be my wife."

His answer was within my expectation.

No direct answer was the answer.

I tried to smile at him, but somehow I just put on a stiff smile.

"Well, I don't want to be your wife, Rylan."