The pain in my body intensified gradually as if I were being slowly roasted over a fire. The scorching flames turned my skin red and seeped into every fiber of my being.
Nicholas had never come back since he left last time.
I knew he was in the hospital.
Half an hour ago, Nicholas walked in from the door carrying a fruit basket. He was wearing a blue suit that I carefully picked for him on Valentine's Day.
I looked out the window, motionless.
If Nicholas didn't have me in his heart, no matter how hard I tried, I would be discarded like a dirty rag.
As my mind was free, the door was suddenly pushed open.
I saw Nicholas rushing in, pulling me off the bed without saying a word, and dragging me out.
I stumbled and could barely keep my footing.
"What are you doing? Can't you see that her face is too pale?"
At this time, Oscar Thompson was full of anger.
"She's pretending."
"What the hell? You try pretending for me."
Oscar was so furious that he looked like he wanted to slap him.
I was slightly surprised.
It turned out that my archenemy worked in this hospital.
He used to always have conflicts with me, so I didn't expect him to stand up for me.