[Margaret’s POV]
Today marks my third day in this private ward. My shoulder wound from the gunshot has healed quite a bit, thanks to Dr. Ace and the ticulous care of the nurses.
Donald is always by my side in the hospital room. Although sotis he leaves for a little while due to his busy official duties, he always rushes back to my side as if he would lose sothing when he can’t see for a mont.
This morning, Licia ca by and talked to about so things concerning the Austin siblings. I was surprised at how the situation had developed and listened with trepidation as Licia orally recounted the events of that day!
Actually, she had heard about these situations from Donald, and after much contemplation, had decided to tell everything.
Donald is a person who values friendship and loyalty deeply. Although he often doesn’t show it, he truly cares about his friends. Naturally, his mood has not been the best after being betrayed and sold out by Angel and Austin one after the other.
He chose to keep it all to himself, but there were always people who cared about him, like Licia, like his mate.
The afternoon sunlight was brilliant, and as it shone through the window of the hospital room, it bathed everything in a warm glow. I leaned against the pillows on my bed, gently turned my head, and looked tenderly at Donald sitting by the bed, "Dr. Ace says my wound is healing very well, and in a couple of days, I should be able to leave the hospital and go ho."
"Speaking of which, I’ve never been to the place where you usually work and rest. You’ll have to show around when we go," I said.
Donald, of course, agreed to all my requests.
He nodded, took a glass of water from the table, and handed it to . I chuckled as I looked at him, finding it sowhat helpless that he took Dr. Ace’s words as ’divine decree’.
"I don’t want to drink water, I want you to accompany outside to enjoy the sun. Can you?" I asked with a smile in my eyes.
"Enjoy the sun?" Donald asked, surprised, after a second.
I raised my hand and pointed at the wheelchair leaning against the wall corner, signaling that I was all prepared and just waiting for my mate to co and be my free labor.
minutes later, on the spacious lawn beneath the hospital.
"How is Elliot doing now? I haven’t seen Benjamin or Louis co over to see these past few days. Christian has been following us around, so he must have arrived in Royal City by now, right?" I asked Donald with a calm and gentle tone, smiling up at him.
Donald bent over and kissed my lips, a smile curling up as he replied, "Asking about other n in front of , you’re getting bolder by the day! Isn’t worrying about enough for you?"
Looking at Donald, who was needlessly jealous, I laughed helplessly, "Why are you even jealous of your own subordinate? Isn’t that childish?"
As I spoke, I reached out and tugged at Donald’s tie, signaling for him to lower his head a bit more.
Donald looked at indulgently, letting pull his tie as I kissed the corner of his lip, "One question for one kiss, it’s a fair trade," I suggested.
Donald was, of course, delighted with my proposal. Supporting my wheelchair’s armrest with his hand, he tilted his handso face and exchanged an enthusiastic kiss with until I was nearly out of breath. Only then did he rcifully release !
"Your body hasn’t fully recovered yet, don’t tempt like that."
The man’s deep, sexy voice arose by my ear, as if a seductive demon was whispering, causing my heart to flutter and making look up at him, my emotions stirred.
Perhaps struck by my emotionally moved expression and gaze, the light in Donald’s eyes dimd, and he was about to bend down to kiss again when I stopped him with my hand on his chin.
I looked into his eyes, smiling as I gently asked, "Why haven’t you told about your bad mood these past days? We’re mates, Licia is worried about you too."
As I spoke, I caressed Donald’s cheek with my fingertips, my eyes filled with concern, "The world was never ant to be absolutely fair. When we gain sothing, we are destined to lose sothing else. We have to learn to reconcile, to find our own ’outlets’ for our emotions."
I looked up and kissed Donald’s lips, whispering, "And I will always be your ’outlet’."
Sothing turbulent in Donald’s eyes, and his body seed to stiffen for a mont before relaxing completely.
He knelt down and hugged tightly, his arms strong and powerful.
After a long mont, he answered hoarsely, "I’m not as fragile as you all think I am, but if you want to comfort , then hurry up and get better. You know, I’ve been waiting for a long ti."
Although I was sowhat surprised by Donald’s reaction, I understood him because I missed him just as much...
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