Chapter 605 The Past
Chapter 605 The Past
“What?” “You know what will happen when you meet each other. He is seriously injured now. It’s better for you two not to meet for the time being…” As soon as they met, they would have a fight. “Well.” Lincoln replied deeply. Afterward, Zayla entered the ward alone.
Lincoln glanced at the bodyguard at the door, and ordered. “Keep it safe.” “Yes, Mr. Nash.” Then, Lincoln walked toward the other end of the corridor.
Seeing this, Melvin asked, “Mr. Nash, aren’t you going in?” Lincoln didn’t answer. He just walked away.
Melvin asked again, “Mr. Nash, where are you going? Ms. Vargas will be very anxious if she can’t find you.” Hearing this, Lincoln reluctantly slowed down.
“I want to go to the end of the corridor.”
Melvin looked at the end of the corridor. There was a smoking area. Melvin thought, ‘Does Mr. Nash want to smoke? Doesn’t he quit a long time ago?
Mr. Nash seldom relieves his irritability by smoking. Why does he smoke again today?’ Melvin glanced at the door of the ward, and asked softly, “Did Ms. Vargas go in?”
The two bodyguards at the door nodded.
Now, Melvin understood what was going He walked towards the smoking area.
“Mr. Nash.” Melvin walked to Lincoln. He saw that Lincoln had already lit a cigarette. He immediately said, “Ms. Vargas is Simon’s ex-wife. It is a fact.
“Now the two of them are alone, and you are so far away from the door. You can’t hear anything…
“If they… I mean just in case.”
Lincoln had already put out the cigarette and thrown it into the ashtray. Then, he turned around and walked towards the Ward. Lincoln thought, ‘She is mine now. Why should I give up?’ Meanwhile, it was in the ward.
Simon was well taken care of. Simon lived in a VIP ward. Apart from the pungent smell of disinfectant, it was hard to regard this luxury suite as a ward. Simon was asleep and was given intravenous fluids. Zayla paid attention to the tube and adjusted it a little slower for him.
“Zayla.”
Suddenly, Simon spoke weakly. Simon was wrapped in gauze. Let alone sitting up, it was extremely difficult for him to move.
“You’re awake.”
Simon looked at Zayla and said, “Sorry.” Although Simon had many words to say, he finally just apologized. “You don’t have to apologize to me. You hurt so badly for me. I’m the one who should say sorry.” Simon frowned and shook his head slightly. “In the past, I was the one who was sorry for you after all.
“I didn’t write that letter to win your sympathy. I just thought I wouldn’t survive that night. “If I died on that rainy day, it would be my own fault. But, I don’t want to have regrets.”
Zayla didn’t speak. She just nodded. Zayla thought, ‘That misunderstanding is corrected at the moment their marriage is over.
The past is the past. I don’t want to mention it again.’ Simon naturally also knew, he looked at Zayla, and asked in a blunt tone, “Zayla, you and him, “Never mind.” Simon shook his head. “If I ask, my heart will be broken. The injuries on my body are already painful enough.”
Zayla frowned. Even though she had gotten it over, it was very difficult to keep calm completely. Zayla immediately changed the subject. “The injuries on your body are all caused by Clarence. Now that Clarence died, it’s over.
“You have to rest well, and you will recover soon.” Zayla put the flowers she had brought on his bedside. She used to prepare flowers and decorate every place in the house. When Simon went out for work, the flowers placed near the door were different.
There were different styles of flowers. This scene brought Simon back to the past in an instant, causing him to feel sad, Simon knew that, in the future, it would never happen again.
They met each other in Mist Mountain for the first time. What the monk said was right. Zayla saved the Russos Group, and also let Simon know what love was.
Simon later found out that the advice given by the monk was just an excuse for him to marry Zayla. In fact, as early as the moment they first met, Simon had already fallen in love with Zayla. However, Simon understood it too late.
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