Chapter 691 My Heart Hurts a Lot
“My husband,” Zayla replied. The nurse suddenly understood.
After a simple registration to prevent anyone from getting worried if they saw an empty room, Zayla hurried
towards the first ward.
Suppressing her pain, she turned the doorknob and gently closed the door behind her before approaching Lincoln.
He lay pale in bed, his hands bandaged like hers, but his condition was far graver, showing no signs of waking up.
Zayla cautiously moved closer to him, lifting the covers and lying down beside him. But at the next moment, a
strong and powerful hand touched her lower back, pulling her into his embrace!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStartled, Zayla looked at him as his eyes opened, leaving her momentarily stunned. “Having a horrible dream?” his
deep voice resonated by her ear.
Zayla snapped out of her daze and hastily asked, “You’re awake? When did you wake up?” You willingly fell asleep in
my arms. If I bé didn’t wake up, wouldn’t that be a waste?”
“A waste? What do you mean?” Lincoln smirked. “I didn’t get to hold you. Isn’t that a waste?” Zayla didn’t know
what to say. Lincoln never changed!
She immediately changed the subject, showing concern. “How do you feel now? Is there any pain in your body?”
Lincoln remained silent, simply gazing at her intently. Instead of answering, he asked, “You’re not pushing me away
anymore? “I…” Zayla’s gaze faltered as she pursed her lips. He gave a bitter laugh. “You asked where the pain was,
didn’t you?” Zayla nodded.
“Nowhere, just my heart hurts a lot.”
Zayla’s lashes fluttered. She looked at Lincoln, eyes filled with confusion. Lincoln pulled her into his arms. The pain
in his hands told him this was no dream. His girl was really here.
He moved closer, murmuring in Zayla’s ear, “My precious girl, who can’t speak, kept me at a distance. “But if she
really cares, she’ll know… “Without her, I’m no different from a dead man without a heart.”
Zayla’s eyes grew wet. She wanted to apologize, to say she was sorry. But before the words could escape her lips,
Lincoln sealed them with a gentle kiss. “Mmm…” It was a tender kiss, yet filled with profound sincerity. “But I have
no choice, for I cannot live without her,” he whispered.
“So forgiveness is the only way forward,” he added. Upon hearing this, tears that had welled up in Zayla’s eyes
cascaded down her cheeks. Zayla nestled her face in his chest, her salty tears quickly dampening his clothes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“What should I do?”
Lincoln softly rested his chin on her head. “Every time you cry, it hurts me even more.” At this, Zayla’s sobs
stopped short. She gazed up at Lincoln anxiously, eyes wide and teary.
“I, I won’t cry anymore.” He chuckled gently. “Really? No more tears?” She nodded hard. “Mm-hmm!” Lincoln
chuckled, pulling her back into his arms…
“Why are you so obedient?” Zayla hesitated for a moment before answering in a barely audible voice, “Because… I
like you.”
“Hmm?” Lincoln lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her in his arms. “Say it again.”
A faint blush tinged her fair cheeks, and her ears turned a subtle shade of red. “Lincoln, I like you.” “Really? Then
when will you give me a chance to marry into your family?”