Chapter 103 A Feeling That Cannot Be Punctured
Emily quickly turned her face away and said, pretending to stay calm, "I think I need to remind you, Mr. Baker—we're already divorced. It's been completely over for a long time. You shouldn't act like this. Besides, Grandma's still in the hospital room. If there's nothing else, Mr. Baker, you should head back first."
Alex let out a low chuckle from his throat. "We are divorced, that's true."
But before Emily couldeven catch her breath, the man’s voice cut through the air again. 'Not calling me brother anymore, huh? I don’t see anything wrong with caring for my own sister."
Emily's mouth twitched at that, but she still stepped back half a pace. "Please watch yourself, Mr. Baker. Thanks for setting things up for my daughter, but no need to worry about anything else. Your stomach hurts—go back and rest soon!"
But just as she turned to leave, the man grabbed her wrist.
Alex stared at her flawless, delicate face, nearly unable to contain the surge of possessiveness within him. He missed her terribly, and every meeting only made that longing grow stronger.
Emily's face went completely cold. "Let go!"
Alex gave a half-smile. "What if I don't?"
The two stood frozen in the hallway.
This scene was caught fully by Matthew, who had rushed over after hearing the news.
He stopped in his tracks. The warmth in his expression drained away, replaced by a hardening edge. His fist curled tighter, knuckles faintly cracking with the tension. His chest felt pricked by something, and a sour ache slowly spread.
Emily's flushed cheeks looked painfully bright right then.
He had always known Emily didn't stop caring—she had just buried it deep inside.
Alex had become an irreplaceable part of her life. For years, he had remained steadfastly by her side, and now he dared to believe he might finally have a chance.
But that moment just now made it crystal clear... Alex could shatter her calm with one simple move.
Matthew pushed down all the gloom and disappointment in his eyes and put on a gentle smile again. "Emmie. Andrew just called me. Grab something to eat first to hold you over, or your body won't make it later."
His tone was casual. His eyes calmly sweeping over Alex as if nothing were amiss. Seeing him, Emily felt her racing heart ease slightly "Thanks, Matthew."
"Eleanor's in the treatment room now. may need to stay the night once she’s out.’ Matthew stepped to her side, his steady gaze meeting hers across the room. "It's late, Mr. Baker. Go get some rest. I'll take good care of Emmie and her daughter."
Double meaning!
Alex narrowed his eyes. Was he showing off?
But he didn't say more. He just gave Emily one deep look, dark with a hint of determination to have her.
"Hmm, I'll go set up night nursing," Alex said, his voice back to its usual low, cold tone.
Then he left.
The hallway went quiet again.
Emily let out a sigh of relief and sank into the chair, exhausted.
Matthew Matthew looked at her tense profile and sighed softly without saying a word. "Eleanor's got me and Andrew watching her, she'll be fine.she'll be fine. You've been working hard these days too. Don't run yourself into the ground."
Emily nodded. "I'm okay. Thanks, Matthew. Good thing I have you guys."
The little girl lay on the hospital bed, her face red in an unnatural way.
Tears welled up in Emily's eyes as she pushed down the guilt inside.
Matthew gazed at her still profile, the sadness in his eyes deepening. He said nothing, some feelings could remain unspoken, letting him stay close all the same.
Once said out loud, he'd lose even the right to stay by her side.
Soon, Eleanor came out with an IV drip.
It was nearly dawn by then.
With the fluids going in, Eleanor's little face wasn't as burning hot as before. Her breathing was steady and even—she slept soundly.
Emily stayed by the bed. Her heart, which had been on edge all night, finally settled.
Matthew had taken care of all the paperwork. 'I’ll check on the next steps. You should rest for a bit first.' Emily nodded wearily. 'Okay.' Then she settled into her vigil by her daughter’s bedside."
Only a warm yellow lamp lit the room.
Days of exhaustion hit her all at once. Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy, barely staying open. She held her daughter’s small hand, resting her head beside the bed as her vision began to blur.
She didn't last long before drifting off into a hazy sleep.
But not long after, the door eased open.
The man walked in and saw the scene.
Her long hair tumbled around her, partially hiding her pale yet delicate profile. Even in sleep, she seemed unsettled lashes flickering, brows faintly furrowed. Without her usual cold distance, she just seemed fragile and unguarded.
Alex's cold air faded as he walked slowly to the bed. His eyes stayed fixed there for a long time.
He had to admit, her daughter looked just like her.
The child's features were delicate, and she slept peacefully.
For some reason, his heart softened. A strange, hot feeling churned in his chest.
Suddenly, his dark gaze shifted to Emily. Possessiveness swirled wildly in his eyes.
His throat moved as He slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The instant it touched her, Emily jolted awake. "Who?!"
She sat up straight, eyes full of alert, instinctively pulling Eleanor close.
Alex pulled his hand back. "So jumpy?"
Emily's heart pounded. She looked around—no Matthew.
She frowned. "Why are you here? Where's Matthew?"
Alex He caught her panicked glance and leaned in, his gaze heavy with intent. "Company business. He went back first.| Emily’s eyes shot up, her voice taut. "You... you put pressure on the Moore family? What the hell are you doing!"
She knew Matthew wouldn't just leave without a word.
He caught her panicked glance and leaned in, his gaze heavy with intent. 'Company business. He went back first.' Emily’s eyes shot up, her voice taut.
Seeing her suspicious face, Alex's eyes darkened, his tone turning colder. "Don't make it sound so bad. I just told him to handle what needs handling. Getting his head straight is good for the company too, right?"
One sentence, full of possessiveness and warning.
Emily clenched her fists tight.
No one knew Alex's pushiness like she did, but that same pushiness made him feel at once startlingly new and unnervingly familiar.
The room's air grew tense.
Emily stood up slowly and met his eyes straight on. "What, Mr. Baker keeps showing up like this, regretting the divorce? But I have a daughter now, a whole new life. No time to go back down that road with Mr. Baker."
Alex wrapped an arm around her waist. "Is that so?"