Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 

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surgery and wouldn’t wake up for a while. 

Ethan was still under anesthesia from the surgen 

Twanted to leave, but my feet felt glued to the floor. After sitting for a bit, discomfort began to spread throughout my body. 

Two hours later, Andy stepped out. “Ms. Wiley, Mr. Grayson has woken up.” 

He was awake 

Hook a deep breath, the weight in my chest finally lifting. 

Nedding, I stood up, but as soon as I did, the room spun. The next moment, I plunged into darkness. When I woke again, sunlight filtered through the thin curtains 

As I opened my eyes, Ethan’s voice reached me. “Are you awake? Is anything bothering you? 

He then added, “Katie, go call the doctor!” 

Tuming my head, I saw Ethan’s face, bruised from fighting the kidnappers. He was in a wheelchair with an IV in his arm; he looked pale, likely due to blood loss. 

y gaze dropped to his abdomen, but his clothes concealed the extent of his wounds. 

In my dream, just before I 

I woke 

up, there were images of blood everywhere. 

I had been surprised when he came alone to save me, but when he fought against the two kidnappers, I felt both shocked and worried. 

I couldn’t help but wonder if he had considered the life threatening risk he faced to rescue me. Seeing him wounded in that moment shattered any illusions I had about being able to fool myself. 

I wanted him to be safe and healthy in this world. 

At that moment, all feelings of love, hate, and grievances evaporated, 

“Evelyn?” Ethan noticed I hadn’t moved and looked a bit anxious. 

“I’m fine.” I shifted slightly, pushing against the side of the bed, trying to sit up. “You don’t have to stay here; go get some rest.” 

But as soon as I moved, the room spun violently again, 

“You can’t get up.” Ethan quickly pressed down on me, but his movement caused him to pull at his wound, and he gasped in pain. 

I frowned, tuming to look at him, my tone filled with unintentional urgency. “I won’t move, and you shouldn’t either. Have you forgotten that you’re a patient too? 

His hands remained on my shoulders, and upon hearing my words, he suddenly smiled, adjusting himself in the wheelchair to sit more comfortably. “Okay, I won’t move.” 

Our eyes met unexpectedly. Tooked into his eyes, and he looked into mine. 

Tears threatened to spill as a tide of repressed fear and anxiety washed over me. I quickly turned my gaze away, focusing on the view outside the window. 

My throat felt tight, and I was afraid to speak, worried that if I did, my vulnerability would spill out. 

“Evelyn,” Ethan said softly, “It’s all right; it’s over now. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” 

His hand slowly reached for mine, but just as he was about to grasp it, I snapped back to reality and quickly pulled my hand away.