At that mont, he couldn’t have said what expression was on his face...
He was filled with hatred, jealousy, and heartache, but he still gave his blood to Annabelle Linton.
Annabelle Linton would probably never know that he, Leona Grant, and she all shared the sa blood type.
And he had given her blood twice.
The first ti was when they first t. She had been hit by a car and lost a dangerous amount of blood. That was when he’d unexpectedly learned that they had the sa blood type.
The second ti was this ti.
After he gave her his blood... Annabelle Linton woke up a week later.
But the very first thing she did upon waking was cry and clamor to see Leona Grant!
Leona Grant had been in a car accident. She gave him her blood, and she herself fell into a coma for two months. But the first thing she did upon waking was look for Leona Grant!
At that mont, his heart ached for the eighteen-year-old girl before him.
And it was on that very day that he resolved to protect her and care for her, and to bury his own feelings.
Annabelle Linton saw his pained expression, her gaze falling as she said sorrowfully, "Why do you have to think like that... You... Ryan, you’re the most important person in my life. Do you know how sad you’re making by saying that...?
I’ve told you before, I don’t have feelings for him anymore. This was just an accident. I just didn’t want you to worry. We haven’t seen each other in three years, and I didn’t want your first sight of to be of looking so battered and pathetic. I don’t want you to think I’m still as fragile as I was before... In truth..."
"Annabelle."
Aaron Wyatt spun around and abruptly pulled Annabelle Linton into an embrace.
He bent down, burying his face in her hair and inhaling her faint, delicate scent. He found himself wishing ti would freeze in this very mont.
Annabelle Linton’s body stiffened. She could feel the hands holding her were trembling. Snapping back to reality, she slowly raised her arms and hugged him back.
Unconsciously, her voice was laced with a mix of resignation and tenderness. "Mm, what is it?"
They held the embrace for about a minute, yet strangely, neither of them broke the silence.
After another mont, Aaron Wyatt’s low voice slowly murmured into Annabelle Linton’s ear. "From now on, no matter what happens, promise you’ll take care of yourself. Don’t get hurt again, okay?
And in the future, if you ever lose everything, rember that you still have . I’ll always be by your side. You understand?"
Annabelle Linton was held tightly in his embrace.
Her senses were filled with his scent, and his strong heartbeat echoed in her ear. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. It was exceptionally powerful.
His words sent faint ripples across her otherwise placid heart.
’So, Annabelle Linton, your shattered heart can still feel moved.’
’That’s right. You’re not alone.’
’You still have your brother, and your friends.’
’Annabelle Linton, you have to live on. Not just for yourself, but for the wonderful people who bring light into your life.’
Annabelle Linton hugged him back, a small smile playing on her beautiful lips. "Okay."
Hearing her reply, Aaron Wyatt’s arms around Annabelle Linton tightened.
’Annabelle, I won’t let you get hurt ever again.’
But the future was full of so much heartache and helplessness. With such a fragile shield, how long could one person truly protect another?
...
That evening, Annabelle Linton and Aaron Wyatt had dinner together, after which he took her back to the hospital.
Her grandfather had just been discharged from the hospital yesterday, but she’d left without even staying for a al. If she didn’t show her face again today, it would be inexcusable.
Annabelle Linton hailed a cab to the old family ho.
She had just stepped out of the cab and paid the fare when she turned, only to be t by a chilling gaze.
Annabelle Linton t his gaze impassively for a mont, and just like that, the good mood she’d had all day vanished without a trace.
A palpable, icy chill instantly enveloped her.
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