Her Hug
The room was covered in darkness, with the dim emergency light on the ground as the only source of illumination.
When Zayn opened his eyes, he stared blankly at the ceiling. The scenes from his dream were still replaying his mind.
In his dream, Carla was cruel and heartless. The frosty expression and the hateful gaze she had looked extremely frightening.
Zayn felt as if someone was crushing his heart. The pain was so excruciating that he could barely breathe.
Gradually, the pain turned into hatred, causing him to clench his fists. It was as though he would strangle Carla to death if she appeared before him.
However, he realized that something was pressing on his arms, causing them to feel heavy and numb. In fact, he could not even lift them.
While trying desperately to move his arms, he turned to look and was shocked by what he saw.
Am I dreaming? Is… Is that Carla? Why is she here?
Although Carla's face was buried in her arms, Zayn recognized her easily from the contours of her head and body.
Having shared a bed with her many times in the past, he was extremely familiar with her form and scent.
Hence, he was certain it was her without needing to see her face.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he began to replay the intimate act between her and Lucas.
In his video call with Benard, he saw them embracing each other, dressed in provocative clothing.
That scene caused his blood to boil, and he almost burst a blood vessel.
Why is she here now? Could there be something wrong with my memory? Could it be that I didn't call Benard and she wasn't together with Lucas? Was I unconscious for a long time, and she had returned from Mount Phoenix?
Zayn quickly cast that thought aside. He clearly remembered the video call, and every scene of it was etched on his mind.
I couldn't have been mistaken, but why is she here now?
While he pondered the question, Carla shifted in her sleep and turned her face toward him before falling back asleep.
As he stared at her gorgeous face, emotions raged in his heart. They cycled through resentment, rage, doubt, confusion, and discontentment.
Overwhelmed with anger and impulsiveness, he felt like pulling her up and demanding to know why she cheated and betrayed him.
However, the moment he moved his hand, he felt agonizing pain shooting up his body.
At the same time, Carla was awakened by his movements. After sitting up abruptly, she stared at him in shock. When she finally regained her senses, she exclaimed, "Y-You're awake!"
Extending her hand to touch his face, she asked anxiously, "How do you feel? Do you feel pain anywhere? I'll get the doctor at once."
Just as she spoke, she reached for the button, but he held her hand back.
His arms were feeble, so he could only tug at one of her fingers. "N-No need, " Zayn uttered with much difficulty.
Scrutinizing him intently, Carla heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that he was fine. "Are you really okay?"
Zayn struggled to shake his head.
"That's great!" Hugging him tightly, Carla choked out beside his ear, "You gave me a fright. I thought you were never going to wake up."
Her hug brought him a sense of warmth and familiarity.
Zayn was suddenly befuddled. It felt as if they had returned to the time when they were still madly in love with each other.
However, he quickly regained his senses when reminded of the heart-wrenching scene.
Wriggling to free himself from her embrace, he murmured, "Y-You and—"
"What's wrong? Am I hugging you too tightly?"
Carla quickly let him go as she thought her forceful hug was causing him discomfort. She then gently held his face and comforted him, "You need to get some proper rest. The doctor said you can only get out of bed after three days of bed rest."
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