Ben stopped talking. Instead, he went to Weston and whispered something to him.
Stella looked at Weston without saying a word the whole time. After Ben went out, Stella asked him, âBen said youâre hurt. Is it true?â
Weston looked at her expressionless. âDonât listen to him. He likes to exaggerate.â â
âIâm just asking. Are you hurt?â
âYes.â
âDid you get hurt in the snow mountains?â
Weston hesitated a little before nodding in reply.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âThere was no need, âWeston told her. âIâm here alive and well nowâ¦â
âDo you think Iâm concerned about you?â Stella was suddenly agitated and interrupted him.
Stella had just woken up and finally regained her vision, but he had to put her through such intense emotions.
Weston tried to calm her. âDonât be angry. Itâs my faultâ¦â
âIâm not asking you to admit youâre wrong. I just-â
Stella was suddenly lost for words. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
Weston noticed her strange behavior and rushed to ring the nurseâs bell at the bedside.
Soon, the doctor came in and examined Stella again. The doctor said to Weston, âDonât worry. Sheâs fine. She probably got a little emotional because she can finally see again.â
Weston was relieved to hear that.
After that, the two were alone in the ward again. Weston did not say anything for a long time, accompanying her in silence.
Stella gradually calmed down and kept staring elsewhere instead. After a long silence, she rubbed her temple, feeling a little troubled. âCan I see your wound?â
Weston did not move and remained silent, so Stella pursed her lips and reached out to grab his shirt without saying a word.
Weston grabbed her wrist swiftly. âWhat are you doing?â
âI want to see your wound,â Stella said. âAfter all, you were trying to save me.â
âI donât need your guilt or sympathy.â
âWhat about you? Did you consider my feelings while pestering me? Why should I consider yours?!â
With that, Stella tried to rip the buttons straight off his shirt but lacked the strength. She tugged twice, but nothing happened.
Weston let out a sigh. He had no choice but to take her hands away and unbutton his shirt himself.
Soon, Westonâs bandaged chest came into Stellaâs sight.
He showed her the bloodâstained area and asked her, Satisfied?â
âWhy are you hurt so bad?!â
Stellaâs eyes darkened for a moment. She wondered why she hadnât noticed it at all.
Weston had a massive gash that had almost pierced his heart. This would explain the rumor going on in the outside world. Everyone said Weston was in a coma.
Stella thought Weston was probably fine because he woke up. She did not expect this.
âHow did you manage the pain?â
Weston panicked a little at her slightly red eyes. He hurriedly hugged her. âIt doesnât hurt. Really. It doesnât hurt at all.â
He took her hand and made her hug his waist. âIf you kiss it, it wonât hurt anymore.â