Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring (Emma and Alexander) novel Chapter 145

This was a second chance for his boss, and he would do everything he could to make them work out.

Lowering his head and steadying his breath, Kevin softly delivered the news. “Mrs. Black has woken up. The doctors are attending to her now

Alexander’s eyes snapped open. The exhaustion weighing down his body disappeared in an instant. His heart, which had felt hollow for days, began to race. Emma was awake. She had clawed her way back to the living, just as he had known she would.

She had fought tooth and nail to make it back, as he had known she would.

A smile curled up on his face, and he forced himself to his feet.

Even with all the painkillers he was administered, his body was still on a roller coaster of pain. His legs trembled, and he sucked in his breath. But he didn’t care. She was awake. She was alive.

The doctors in the room immediately rushed toward him, their eyes wide with concern. “Mr. Black, please, you need to rest!” one of them exclaimed, trying to guide him back to his bed

They all watched with a worried look as he pulled out his IV in one swift movement.

“Bring the wheelchair!” One of the doctors ordered.

“No,” Alexander growled, his voice firm despite the pain coursing through him. “I don’t need it.”

Vivian, who had been watching from the corner, quickly moved to his side. Without a word, she slid under his right arm, looping it over her shoulder to steady him.

“Lean on me brother.” She said, in a voice filled with love.

Annie, who had been standing near the door, stiffened at the sight. Her jaw tightened as Vivian helped Alexander, her jealousy flaring. In an instant, she darted forward, her eyes fixed on Alexander. “Let me help too,” she offered, her voice too

sweet.

But before she could reach him, Kevin stepped in, his movements deliberate. He placed Alexander’s left arm around his neck, effectively blocking Annie.

With each hand around Vivian and Kevin’s necks, they headed to Emma’s room. Once they reached the door, they let go of Alexander and waited at the door as he walked in.

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Emma slowly shifted on the bed, her body still aching from the aftermath of the explosion. She had just watched Jaden leave the room less than a minute ago and assumed he had returned for something he’d forgotten. But as she turned to look at the door, her breath caught in her throat.

He moved toward her slowly, his steps unsteady, his posture rigid as if he were holding back immense pain. His usually hot

humans. appearance was a shadow of itself. His pale face was etched with exhaustion, his disheveled hair clinging to his forehead. And yet, even in this state, he was still a god among

Emma watched closely, wondering what could be wrong with him.

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Alexander lowered himself carefully onto the couch beside her bed, the same spot Jaden had recently vacated. His movements were labored, every motion betraying the physical toll on his body. He combed his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath before turning to meet her gaze.

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“How are you feeling, Emma?” His thick, masculine voice sounded like music to her ears.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” Alexander added, and his grip on her tightened.

Emma looked at him in confusion. She has no idea what he was talking about. The Alexander she knew hated her to death, so what could have changed all of a sudden?