BookToReadChapter 247 Grace's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't fall asleep, unsure if what had just happened was a dream or reality. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. It wasn't until evening that Joanne arrived at her hospital room. Joanne looked pale. Her face was ashen, looking as if she had lost a lot of blood. Even when she sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembled slightly. Grace grew concerned and quickly got out of bed. "What happened? Is the wound hurting?" Joanne slowly shook her head, but the pallor on her face was evident. "Grace, I'm going to discharge myself." Her voice was hoarse, and she looked like she had been crying. It seemed like she had cried a lot. Grace felt her heart tighten. "Did something happen at home? She didn't remember much about Joanne's family situation. "No, I'm just really tired. I want to go hand sleep. I can't sleep here at the hospital." "Alright, then I'll take you home," Grace offered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt---- "No, I want to be alone for a while." Joanne's voice was heavy with sadness, and when she tried to stand, she almost stumbled. Grace could tell she didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't press further. After Joanne left, Grace also felt like going home. The interruption had taken her mind off Ethan, and she didn't think about him anymore. But as she sat in the car and checked her phone, she realized it had been on silent mode. There were many messages from Ed. "What are you doing? "Why aren't you picking up the phone? "I'm coming to pick you up. Where are you? "Three hours and no reply- are you upset?" 'The messages were piling up. There were over 20 in total. Grace was tired, and she didn't have the energy to scroll through them all. She decided to just go home. Once home, she lay down on the bed to rest. When she was half -asleep, she felt someone gently wiping sweat from her forehead.
It wasn't a hallucination -someone was holding her hand, their warmth spreading from their palm to her heart. --- - "pap" She called out his name, reaching for her phone to check the time. But suddenly, a spoon was brought to her lips, accompanied by his voice. "Eat something." She relaxed, finally noticing that her whole body had been cleaned up. She had sweated through the night, and her pajamas had even been changed. All her frustration melted away in an instant.
She took a few sips of the soup, and the smell of something delicious lingered in the air from the living room. "Did you make this yourself?" she asked. His fingers trembled slightly. "I'm not very good at it." The air carried a strange aroma, a sign that he had tried several times but failed. Grace finished the soup and felt much better. "So, when you live alone, what do you eat?" "Just whatever. As long as it's edible." He didn't even care about how the food tasted.
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Afterward, he seemed to realize that his words had cout wrong. "I didn't mean to-"" "Mean to what?" - "T didn't mean to say it like that. "He must have thought she'd feel sorry for him. Grace felt heartbroken. He had probably noticed her coldness, so now he was being extra careful with his words. His hand was still holding hers. She couldn't help but squeeze it gently.
"What tis it now?" "It's 8:00 pm." She leaned over and patted the spot next to her on the bed." Csleep with me." The curtains were drawn in m the room, and o He there were no lights velx appeared with the darkness, just like he said - he couldn't bear to be seen. Ed was about to climb into bed when the doorbell rang. The sound of Yancey's voice followed it. Yancey had initially planned to bring dinner to Grace at the hospital, but he had been told that she had already been discharged.
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