Chapter 391
Gregory tried to take the box cutter from Anathea, but she was on guard. She pressed her pocket down tightly, giving him no
chance.
He let out a long, quiet sigh.
For the first time, the untouchable CEO of Sinclair Group felt utterly defeated.
Anathea finally arrived at Castenea Central Hospital as she wished. She was led to Adam’s ward with the help of his attending doctor, Patrick Myers.
But just as she was about to go in, Patrick stopped her. “The patient’s been given medication and is resting. It’s best not to disturb him.”
“What kind of medication?” Anathea asked anxiously.
“Just some.sedatives and stabilizers. He suffered a severe shock earlier and has been under immense stress. He needs medication to help him rest,” Patrick replied. “But don’t worry, Mrs. Sinclair. He won’t need it for long. He just needs some time
to recover.”
“When will he wake up?” she asked. She just wanted to talk to Adam and hear his voice. That was the only way she could truly feel at peace.
“He only just fell asleep. It’ll be at least eight hours before he wakes,” Patrick replied.
Frowning, Anathea murmured, “Eight hours…”
She’d been planning on staying here until Adam woke up, but Patrick seemed to pick up on that and added gently, “Mrs. Sinclair, your pregnancy is still in a delicate stage. You really should rest too. Why don’t you go home for now?”
Anathea hesitated. But she knew she had to think about the baby as well.
Knowing Adam was safe and recovering gave her some relief. At the very least, Gregory hadn’t lied to her.
She cast one last, lingering glance at Adam in the ward, then turned to leave.
Gregory stood outside the corridor, quietly waiting for her to walk out at her own pace.
“You saw him. Feel better now?” he asked.
Anathea pressed her lips together, offering no reply.
She was surprised. Despite how much Gregory hated Adam, he’d still arranged such a good ward for him and even gotten Patrick, a well–known specialist in Castenea, to treat him.
She hadn’t expected this. It left her conflicted.
Everything Gregory said was meant to make her hate him, but everything he did made it impossible for her to truly do so.
He was a walking contradiction.
And so were her feelings.
Without answering, she brushed past Gregory and walked on ahead
Gregory took a long stride and fell in step beside her. Afraid she would reject his presence, he kept just enough distance. His gaze never left her, watching, her every move
Anathea felt uneasy under the weight of his watchful gaze. She stuffed her hands into her coat pockets, lowered her head to avoid looking at him, and quickened her pace.
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Chapter 391
But just as she reached the corner, a nurse came around, pushing a cart straight toward her.
“Watch out,” Gregory’s voice rang beside her. His hand closed around her arm and yanked her toward him.
Caught off guard, Anathea was pulled into a warm embrace. The faint scent of cedarwood lingered at her nose.
With a soft clink, the box cutter in her pocket slipped out as Gregory grabbed her arm.
She froze, then reached out to pick it up.
But Gregory was faster–he picked up the box cutter before she could. The moment it was in his hand, he sensed something was off about it.
Anathea’s eyes flickered with something she couldn’t quite hide.
Gregory narrowed his eyes, turning the cutter over in his hand. He pushed the blade out.
Back in the car, it had been dark, so it was normal that he hadn’t been able to see the blade’s gleam. But with the hospital’s bright lighting, the blade should have reflected a noticeable shine.
But the box cutter in Gregory’s hand lacked the sharp gleam of real steel. Plus, it was noticeably lighter than any cutter he’d handled before.
He raised an eyebrow, then pressed his thumb firmly against the blade.
There was no cut or blood–just a shallow dent in his skin.
Anathea bit her lip as she met Gregory’s amused gaze.
“A plastic toy,” he said, holding the cutter out to her.
His eyes locked onto hers as he said, “Well, my dear wife, I think you owe me an explanation.”
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