Chapter 8
Mara quickly hung up and tried to stay calm: “You heard wrong.”
Knox narrowed his eyes but didn’t press further. He said casually: “You and Elena have been having issues over that design thing. Tomorrow I’m taking you both to an amusement park to clear the air.”
Mara instinctively wanted to refuse, but swallowed the words. She used to beg him to go to amusement parks, and he always said they were childish. If she refused too obviously now, it would make him suspicious.
“Okay.” She agreed quietly.
The amusement park was packed and noisy. Knox spent the whole time protecting Elena–buckling her safety belt on the roller coaster, helping her onto the carousel, hand–feeding her ice cream.
Mara followed behind like an unwanted shadow.
When Knox stepped aside to take a work call, Elena suddenly grabbed Mara’s hand: “Mara, let’s go on the drop
tower!”
Mara instinctively tried to pull away: “I’m not going.”
“Knox said we should get along,” Elena whispered in her ear. “Are you still mad about the design thing? You’re being pretty petty.”
Curious tourists were staring. Mara pressed her lips together, not wanting to cause a scene in public, so she reluctantly followed onto the ride.
‘Click-”
As the safety bar came down, Elena suddenly leaned over: “You know what? Knox said once the divorce goes hrough, he’s taking me to the Maldives…”
Before she could finish, the equipment suddenly jerked violently!
Ahhhhh-!”
The moment the safety belt snapped, Mara felt a free–fall–she and Elena both plummeted from dozens of feet up!
Wind howled in her ears as she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact.
But the expected pain never came. She crashed into a warm embrace. Opening her eyes, Knox’s panicked look was nches from hers.
His arms were locked tight around her waist, his breathing ragged.
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Chapter 8
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The moment Mara started to speak, Knox jerked away like he’d been burned.
“I grabbed the wrong person.” He explained stiffly, then rushed to Elena crumpled on the ground. “Elena!”
In the hospital corridor, a doctor came running. “The patient is hemorrhaging badly and needs an emergency transfusion! She’s RH negative and we’re short on supply!”
Knox’s gaze immediately locked onto Mara.
“You’re RH negative too.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
Mara leaned against the wall, blood still seeping from her knee wound. She looked at Knox and suddenly got it
“Give blood,” Knox stepped closer, his voice low, “and I’ll call off the divorce.”
His breath hit her ear, carrying that familiar cold scent. Once, this closeness would have made her heart race.
Now? she just felt cold.
When the nurse brought the blood donation consent form, Mara signed without hesitation. She knew if she refused, Knox would get suspicious. She couldn’t take that risk, couldn’t let him discover her Paris plans.
As the needle pierced her vein, Mara turned her head away, watching her blood flow into the bag drop by drop.
One bag two bags…
“Stop! You can’t take any more!” The nurse suddenly yelled. “She’s at her limit!”
Mara’s vision went blurry, ears buzzing. Through the haze, she saw Knox frowning by the bed, his lips moving–but
she couldn’t hear what he was saying.
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