Chapter 391

Harrison inhaled sharply at Evelyn's words, completely at a loss for how to respond.

But the man lying motionless on the hospital bed could no longer keep up the act. In the next second, he sat up abruptly.

"You're already planning my cremation?!"

Nathan's chest rose and fell rapidly, though it was unclear whether from lack of air or sheer fury.

He had barely survived a horrific car crash, only to nearly die from rage because of Evelyn.

When Nathan first regained consciousness, Harrison had painted a vivid picture of Evelyn's devastation—how she had wept, how desperate she had been.

Nathan had felt a surge of energy. Maybe this injury wasn't for nothing.

But he hadn't witnessed her grief firsthand.

So he decided to play dead.

Maybe this is my chance to win her back.

Yet the moment Evelyn saw him "lifeless," her first question was about funeral arrangements.

Nathan couldn't take it anymore.

Evelyn stood with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable as she studied him.

"Oh. So you're not dead?"

Nathan was speechless.

Not only had she failed to show the tenderness he'd hoped for, but she actually looked disappointed that he was alive.

His jaw clenched, his eyes reddening with a wounded expression. He stared at her silently.

Evelyn hesitated. A pang of bitterness twisted inside her. She dropped her mocking gaze.

"I'm glad you're alive, Nathan."

She was truly glad.

The moment the words left her lips, Nathan's face lit up. The storm in his eyes vanished instantly.

He reached out and yanked her into his arms.

Evelyn hadn't expected him to be so strong despite his injuries. Caught off guard, she stumbled against his chest.

The crisp, clean scent of him enveloped her. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath her ear.

Her vision blurred before she could stop it.

She felt his arms tighten around her but didn’t pull away, afraid of aggravating his wounds. His fingers gently stroked her hair.

His voice was rough, barely above a whisper. "I almost didn’t get to see you again."

That had been his greatest fear.

Silence stretched between them. His pulse quickened as he held her close.

Evelyn lifted her head and rolled her eyes.

"Are you done? Or do I need to force my way out?"

Reluctantly, Nathan released her.

He gave her a weak smile. "I’m no match for you right now..."

Ahem. Harrison stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure whether to stay or leave.

Did they forget I’m still here?

Both turned to look at him. Nathan’s glare was sharp enough to flay skin.

Harrison’s lips twitched. "I didn’t do it on purpose!"

"Just pretend I’m not here!"

He ducked his head and made to leave, but Evelyn stopped him.

"Wait."

Here it comes. Harrison braced himself.

Evelyn took several deliberate steps back, putting distance between herself and Nathan.

Her gaze turned icy as she scrutinized Harrison.

"When you called me, you said there was bad news. What exactly did you mean?"

Harrison froze. He glanced at Nathan for help, but the man looked like he was perfectly content to let him take the fall.

Now I have to cover for him?!

Forcing a smile, Harrison stammered, "Oh! I—I didn’t get to finish! What I meant was—bad news, President Blackwood woke up and insists on checking out! Heh."

He mentally patted himself on the back for the quick save.

Evelyn arched a brow and turned to Nathan.

"You want to be discharged?"

Nathan paused, then nodded.

"It’s inconvenient to work here. I’d rather recover at home."

His tone was deadly serious.

Evelyn considered it. With round-the-clock care at Highland Estates, he might heal faster.

"Fine. Take care, then."

She made no move to stop him.