Matthew Morgan could see that Chloe Grant’s eyes had recovered.
The joy on her face was unmistakable, her smile particularly radiant.
A faint curve appeared at the corner of Matthew Morgan’s lips, partly relaxed, partly gratified.
As long as she’s alright, that’s good enough.
He let go of the door handle.
He turned around and left without any hesitation.
As he walked down the corridor, a faint smile lingered on his face.
For him, just being able to stand behind Chloe Grant was already a blessing.
To treat her wounds when she was injured;
To wipe her tears when she was sad;
To step back when she was happy, leaving himself behind her.
Halfway down, he stopped in his tracks.
Turning slightly, he leaned his body against the wall and took a cigarette out of his pocket...
A nurse happened to walk by, holding a phone with earphones plugged in. Seeing Matthew Morgan lighting a cigarette, she immediately approached him—
"Sir, I’m sorry, you can’t smoke in the hospital," the nurse reminded him.
By this time, Matthew Morgan had already lit his cigarette. He looked up slightly, his deep eyes like a mysterious universe, vast and dangerous.
The nurse’s heart trembled fiercely.
It was a feeling of being both stunned and afraid.
The phone in her hand unconsciously fell to the ground, separating from the earphones. Music was playing:
I’d rather stay within your vicinity
At least feel your joys and sorrows
Be by your side when you need me
In the world where you don’t want me
Why bother to find someone to replace me
But alas, no one can persuade me
I’d rather stay within your vicinity
If my heart can’t return, I’ll give it to you
It was an extremely passionate male voice.
A song concealed infinite affection and dedication, as well as selfless and unwavering commitment.
Matthew Morgan never listened to these pop songs.
But at this moment, it was as if the song suddenly entered his heart: If my heart can’t return, I’ll give it to you.
Matthew Morgan suddenly smiled.
The nurse beside him was somewhat dumbfounded, now watching as a faint smile, or perhaps a sneer, appeared at the corner of his lips...
The young nurse felt her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Turning his body to extinguish the newly lit cigarette on the trash can, he then walked away.
Even when Matthew Morgan left, the young nurse stood there, staring blankly at his retreating figure...
As his figure was about to disappear from her sight, she hurriedly took out her phone and snapped a photo of his back.
The amazement, excitement, and the lingering fear in her heart remained lodged in her chest, unshakeable.
A man whose very silhouette was stunning...
Afterward, Matthew Morgan came to the hospital every day, but never to see Chloe Grant, instead having the doctor change her bandages.
After the doctor finished and came out of the ward, confirming that Chloe Grant was fine, Matthew Morgan would leave.
Lucas Morgan was always there.
Compared to him, she wanted him more.
The stitches on Chloe Grant’s back had been removed, and she was recuperating well. As long as she took care regularly, there would be no major issues.
On the day of discharge, it was still Lucas Morgan who came to pick her up.
"Mr. Morgan, what would you do if someone started to compete with you for your girlfriend?"
As she got into the car, Chloe Grant suddenly asked this question.
Lucas Morgan had just gotten into the car, fastened his seatbelt, and was taken aback by her words.
"What are you trying to say?"
These past few days, Lucas Morgan had felt that Chloe Grant was acting strange.
Although he had been caring for her continuously, she seemed to constantly distance herself from him, even displaying a somewhat cold demeanor.
Often, she would stare off into space by herself.