Chapter 295


    I sat down beside Christopher silently. There were so many things I wanted to tell him, but words failed


    me. I was choking in tears as I recalled his face. There woulde a time when Ipletely forgot his


    face, and I would return to dust.


    I held his hands to my face gently, recalling his evil smile, his brows bending in a yful curve, his wink


    when he pranked me, and his heartyugh.


    He would push me to the bed when he was angry. I recalled how he would demand me to call his name


    when we made love. He would kiss me passionately and bite my neck when he got carried away. He


    was already spent when he rested against the rocks on the deserted ind, but he still asked me to live


    on.


    Christopher was the perfect man every girl would dream of. He might look like a yboy on the


    outside, but he actually took our rtionship seriously. He was not someone who gave up easily, and


    he cherished our rtionship dearly; he did everything he could to keep it.


    That was why I had fallen for him.


    “Darling, I’m so scared. What should I do? There’s really nothing I can do this time.” It was the first time


    I called someone that term of endearment after I said it to Lyle on the first day of our marriage. After the


    man rebuked me severely for doing so, I had not dared do it again.


    I did not call Christopher darling after we got married either. He would beg me to, but I refused because


    I wanted him to keep asking.


    I regretted what I did. I should have called him that whenever I could. Now life had given me a harsh


    punishment — I only had three months left.


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    I suddenly felt Christopher’s finger moving against my face. I could not see if he was awake, but I could


    feel him sit up and gaze at me up close. I could feel his breath beating against my skin as he muttered,


    “Eve? Why are you crying? What did they do to you?”


    I shook my head slightly and smiled at him. All he could think about was me even when he was not


    well.


    “It’s nothing. It’s just a nightmare.”


    “Sleep here with me. I’ll hug you to sleep so you won’t have any nightmares anymore.” Christopher


    wrapped his hand around my waist, and Iy down beside him, avoiding the injury on his lower


    abdomen.


    “I’ll put you to sleep,” he said softly, patting on my back. He moved his head closer and bit my ear


    lightly. “I had a nightmare too. I dreamed that you went missing. I’m so happy you’re still here when I


    woke up.”


    Incipient tears welled up in my eyes as I whispered, “It’s just a dream.”


    “I even dreamed that we were stranded on an ind when we went on vacation. It was so scary. We


    should get some sleep. We will forget all about it after that.” His voice trailed off as he spoke.


    I shifted closer to hear what he was speaking. “I love you, Eve… Please don’t leave me…”


    His words brought me to tears. His breathing soon turned stable as he fell back into slumber. He had


    another dream not long after he dozed off—probably a good one—because he was chuckling in his


    dream.


    I snuggled beside him, savoring every moment I had with him greedily. It was not until the doctors


    came in to check on the man again that I got up.


    After they were done, Monica asked the nurses to leave and sent me back to my room herself. I could


    sense her gaze on me as she helped me to my bed. Weirdly enough, I felt a warm drop of liquid on the


    back of my hand as I moved. Is Monica crying? I brushed the thought off immediately. There was no


    way she would cry for me.


    She suddenly fell to her knees and implored me, “Ms. Tanner, I beg of you, could you please don’t go


    and see Chris anymore? Don’t see him again after he wakes up, please.”