Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 476

I still had a lot of faith in Andrew.

Back in university, he and Julian were rivals, but they were also the closest of friends. Both were brilliant in the medical field. Andrew wasn't just skilled with surgery; he also had a talent for researching pharmaceuticals.

Thinking about Julian and his love life, I couldn't help but feel that Alisa had slowed down his research progress. However, someone like Andrew, who was a workaholic, probably felt lonely despite his success.

He practically lived at the hospital and was always working. He'd spend hours doing research, and sometimes, when there was no one around to listen to him, he'd come by my ward just to talk.

At this point, after being sick for so long, I had enough knowledge to give him some feedback. But mostly, he treated me like a guinea pig, asking me about every new medication I was trying, wanting to know how it felt.

Since all my health indicators were good, I was eager for surgery to finally happen. Andrew had already set everything up, but I couldn't get a wink of sleep the night before the operation.

The door to my ward creaked open quietly, and I thought it was just Anna Buller, the caretaker, coming in. I felt embarrassed and started to sit up.

"Sorry, Anna. Did I wake you?" I started to say. "I didn't mean to—"

Then, I saw who it was. My breath caught in my throat.

It was Jack.

He had lost so much weight since I last saw him three months ago, and his features were sharper now. His eyes had a cold edge to them, though there was something in them I couldn't quite place.

My mind went blank, and for a moment, I couldn't say a word. He stood there in the doorway, opening his mouth as if to speak, but he didn't.

We stared at each other for what felt like forever before I finally managed to force a smile.

"Jack... It's been a long time."

It seemed like he snapped out of whatever trance he was in. He nodded at me and carefully stepped closer to my bed.

He took my hand, his grip tentative as though he couldn't quite believe I was real.

"You're still alive?" He was in disbelief.

I squeezed his hand gently. "I'm here, in the flesh. Still kicking, not dead."

Before I could say another word, he hugged me tightly, holding me like I might disappear. I felt something warm soak into my neck, and my eyes started to well up with tears.