Since regaining consciousness, she had maintained that same gaze.
With the infatuation and admiration of her younger self.
And that perfect man, in turn, gazed deeply back at her.
As if both were afraid of parting.
Their eyes, steadfast, refused to look away from each other for even a moment.
They had been staring at each other like this for half an hour.
"Husband…"
Ella Lacey whispered softly, her voice tinged with fatigue and hoarseness as she said, "You've been staying with me at the hospital this whole time. Is everything taken care of at home?"
"Yes, don't worry. With Cherline handling things, there's nothing you need to be concerned about." Arthur Lindsey's voice was so gentle it seemed uncharacteristic, like a delicate stream flowing calmly, soothing and soft.
As if even his voice might hurt the fragile woman he loved so dearly at this moment.
Ella still wanted to say something more.
