Secret
Chapter 227
Anna’s POV:
I stood there watching as Blake ran toward me. His typically cold and composed face had completely transformed the handsome, stern festures now twisted with desperation and vulnerability.
The tall, imposing
seemed to shrink with each step as he rushed forward, pushing past everyone in his way.
“I knew you were okay!” he shouted, his voice breaking.
Blake charged toward me, completely disregarding the stares from people around us. He threw his arms around my neck and pulled me close, pressing a firm kiss against my forehead.
His hands moved to cup my face, and his lips traveled from my forehead to the tip of my nose, searching, until they finally landed on my lips in a deep. urgent kiss.
When we separated, I noticed his hands. The burned skin was weeping blood, red and swollen in a way that made my stomach clench with worry.
“Knowing I’m safe, you still managed to hurt yourself Jike this?” I asked, carefully taking his injured hand in mine.
Blake had completely lost his usual composure. He pulled me into his arms, his voice trembling as he said, ‘Anna, I love you! I truly love you!”
Blake’s POV:
That moment, I truly understood my feelings completely.
I’d been telling myself this marriage was responsibility, was duty–an obligation to the family business, a promise to my father William.
I’d always thought that talking about love was so childish.
But when I saw her get into a car accident right in front of me, the fear I felt far exceeded what I experienced when my father had his heart attack.
This wasn’t responsibility. This was love. Pure, undeniable love.
I never imagined the possibility of losing someone could make me panic like this.
For four years, I’ve considered my feelings for Anna complex, mixed with obligation and habit.
But in that instant when the accident news reached me, everything became crystal clear. I would give anything just to know she was safe.
When I finally saw her standing there, alive and looking at me, I felt a relief I’d never experienced before, like a drowning man finally breaking the surface.
God, I love her.
Completely and thoroughly. Perhaps I always have, only I was too stupid to realize it until I almost lost her.
Anna’s POV:
I felt something warm against my neck–tears. His tears. This shocked me more than his declaration of love.
“You can’t die before me,” he whispered, voice breaking.
Ever since divorcing Blake, I’ve felt disconnected from the world, like a hydrogen balloon cut loose, drifting wherever the wind takes me.
Following Seth to New York, I tried to calm my restless heart and live a normal life.
Even spending entire days watching the fish in the aquarium, I never felt at home.
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Chapter 227
The noisy crowd, the police sirens all faded into silent background.
I couldn’t hear anything else, only his enormous, grand declaration of love and attachment echoing in my ears. Because at this moment, this winter suddenly had color.
A few minutes later, I couldn’t ignore the pain anymore. “It hurts,” I admitted.
Blake’s face instantly contorted with concern. ‘Where are you injured?! His eyes frantically scanned my body, stopping af my awkwardly hanging arm.
His face went pale. “Ambulance! Call an ambulance!” he shouted, then turned back to me. “I’m taking you to the hospital!”
‘Blake, save me, I’m dying… Scarlett’s weak voice called out from nearby where she lay on the ground.
Blake’s expression turned cold. “Wait for the ambulance, it should be here soon. You better hang in there. We’ll settle our scores later?
‘She only has an arm injury and you’re this concerned, but I’m dying and you don’t care?” Scarlett’s voice was bitter despite her pain.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I held them back as Blake led me away.
い
He left his driver to handle the aftermath and got behind the wheel himself, despite his burned hands visibly shaking.
Every few seconds, he glanced over at me. “Does it hurt? Hold on, we’re almost there…”
It was strange seeing him so talkative, so openly worried. My thoughts were jumbled.
He always seems capable of making me fall in love with him again. Or perhaps this feeling isn’t accurate–maybe it’s just the aftermath of an accident.
Have I fallen for him again? Or did I never stop loving him? I don’t know! The past pain is still there! I haven’t forgotten!
Before, I would have accepted and loved him unreservedly, but now, even though I’ve clarified my feelings, I still dare not expose anything. I’m afraid…
At the Hospital, they confirmed my arm was dislocated but quickly reset it. The doctor said Blake’s fingers had suffered significant burns, and after treatment, they might leave scars.
“A man can handle a few scars,” Blake said with unexpected ease. “It just means my wife will have to take care of me for a while.”
The man who handled the steering wheel with such confidence on the way here couldn’t drive at all on the way back.
His hands were completely bandaged, but he didn’t seem bothered by his injuries at all.
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