Chapter 104: Safe Spot
Or worse, what if someone tried to kill him again?
Evelyn felt a chill run down her spine at that thought, her heart stopping for a second before it raced like a wild untamed horse. No... He would be safe here. No one would be able to pass through this floor. She thought, wondering where the heck Damien was who should have been accompanying his friend.
"Doc... Doctor!" Evelyn murmured, turning around and rushing outside the room. And as much as she loved that the floor was empty a few minutes earlier, she hated it, not finding even a single staff who should have been there! She looked around, left and right and her eyes caught the front desk at the end.
But before Evelyn ran toward it to call for help, a voice greeted her from behind.
"Evelyn?"
Evelyn turned around at Damien’s voice, her eyes falling on him before shifting to Zevian who was leaning over for support. A tear slipped out of her eyes and she ran in his direction, forgetting for a moment that she was hurt and weak too.
"Careful," Zevian murmured, stepping forward and out of Damien’s support.
Evelyn reached out and as much as she wanted to hug him, she held herself, recalling how Dr. Morrow had warned about opening his wounds and hurting him. Wiping away her tears, she glared at Damien and grumbled, "Why did you take him out of the room? His wounds might get infected."
Damien scoffed out loud, glancing at his friend who was innocently letting his wife scold him. "He demanded to see you at all costs and forced me to take him out. But we were greeted by an empty bed." He defended himself, indirectly scolding her for getting out of her room.
Evelyn sniffled slightly at his words, her gaze shifting back to Zevian. "Let’s go," she murmured, slowly wrapping her left arm around his waist and helping him toward his room.
Damien stared at the couple, sick and so in love that made him scoff again in disbelief. They even completely ignored him and that only rubbed more salt to his already injured pride. From a Mafia king to a doorkeeper, his status was reduced so much because of this damn bastard. He thought, glaring at Zevian’s back as they reached the room.