Chapter 285
Chapter 285:
“Thank you,” Annabel said with a small smile.
Finley turned around, walked out of the room, and closed the door.
Was Rupert pretending to be unconscious just to flush out the manipulator? Finley didn’t think that was the only reason. He suspected Rupert also wanted to see how much Annabel cared about him.
Taking a seat at the head of the bed, Annabel silently studied the man lying there, feeling melancholic.
She was exhausted, and eventually sleep claimed her. She dozed off, resting against the head of the bed.
The room was very quiet, their faint breathing the only sound.
The “unconscious” man slowly opened his eyes.
When his cool gaze fell on the sleeping woman, his expression softened and a faint smile tugged at his lips.
He sat up carefully and pulled a thin blanket over Annabel’s body.
In her sleep, she murmured, “Rupert, you will be fine p>
Warmth spread through Rupert’s veins, and his eyes grew even more tender as they lingered on her face.
Her delicate features looked tired, and her pale lips had lost their color. These past few days must have worn her out.
Leaning down slightly, Rupert placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead and whispered, “Everything will soon be over p>
The next morning, sunshine streamed through the glass window and fell on…
Sunlight spilled across Annabel’s face.
She woke up after a while, blinking against the light.
Only then did she notice there was a blanket covering her.
She remembered falling asleep from sheer exhaustion the night before. Why was there a blanket over her now?
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Had Rupert covered her? Had he regained consciousness?
Anticipation and excitement fluttered in her chest as Annabel turned her gaze to the bed.
But Rupert still lay there with his eyes closed, motionless.
Annabel’s spirits sank.
Memories of Rupert flashed through her mind one after another.
He had protected her, cared for her, and risked his life to save her. A storm of thoughts swirled in her heart.
“Rupert, you have to be fine. Wake up quickly. If you wake up, I’m willing to do anything for you p>
Tears welled up in Annabel’s eyes.
“Are you truly willing to do anything for me? Are you willing to marry me p>
A familiar, clear voice reached her ears just as she was drowning in sorrow.
Rupert.
It was Rupert’s voice.