Chapter 641: Extra Eighteen: Ink Dot Plum Scent (Sixteen)
Alia Smith had minor injuries all over, aside from a serious wound on her arm and a concussion.
Her leg was caught in a crevice, but it was just a bruise, no serious harm.
Perhaps it was good fortune in misfortune.
However, because of the blood loss and concussion, she was unconscious for a day.
When Alia woke up, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
She opened her eyes to the hospital ceiling, slled the disinfectants, and stayed dazed for quite so ti before realizing she was still alive.
And she was in a hospital.
She blinked and then shifted her eyes to the side.
William Lane was sitting on a chair beside the bed, elbows upon the bedside table, his head held up by his hand, fast asleep.
Alia watched his closed eyes, his high-bridged nose, and his thin lips.
Her eyes slowly traced the details of William’s carefully refined face.
Suddenly, William opened his eyes.
Alia instinctively averted her eyes, feeling embarrassed as if she had been caught peeking.
But William was too anxious to notice her facial expressions; he was relieved that she was awake, “Alia, you’re awake? Since when? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Does your wound hurt?”
“Just woke up, and I’m not uncomfortable.” Alia spoke, her throat sounding a bit hoarse.
William got up, gently touched her face, and called over the doctor anyway.
The attending doctor ca for a checkup and found no problems, which finally eased William’s mind sowhat.
He poured her a glass of water, inserted a straw, and brought it to her lips, “Drink so water.”
Alia had a few sips.
William then sat back down in the chair, caressed Alia’s right hand, “Does it hurt?”
Alia looked at his bloodshot eyes, “It doesn’t hurt, I can’t feel anything.”
“The IV drip has a bit of painkillers, if you feel pain, they can increase the dose a bit, it won’t affect your body.” William softly explained.
“It doesn’t hurt.” Alia looked at him, “Did you get hurt anywhere?”
“I’m fine.” William held her fingers, “Your leg is not hurt, it won’t affect your dancing. Take care of your arm, it won’t delay your carving.”
Knowing her worries, William addressed them directly.
Alia visibly let out a sigh of relief, a small smile ford at the corner of her lips, “How long have I been asleep?”
“For more than a day.” After a pause, William seriously said, “Alia, I promise, there won’t be such incidents in the future.”
“That woman seems to like you.” Alia interjected.
“I don’t know her.” Afraid she might misunderstand sothing, William instinctively explained.
Alia fell silent, “I want to sit up for a while.”
She had an IV in her left hand and her right arm bandaged, although it wasn’t painful, the thought of the wound still made her a little uncomfortable, and she didn’t dare to exert too much effort.
“Alright.” William got up, walked to the foot of the bed, adjusted the position of the head of the bed a bit, and then held Alia to adjust her position, “Does this work? Feeling dizzy?”
“I’m not.”
Once Alia was settled, she silently stared at the buttons on her patient gown and after a while she asked, “Brother, where is Max?”
“Temporarily locked at ho.” William responded, “For your mother, I have arranged for a ward and doctors. The preliminary results from the doctor are…it cannot be completely cured for now, but it can be effectively controlled.”
“Thank you, brother.” Alia quietly said, her head low.
“What’s there to thank?” William tucked her hair behind her ear, “This is what I’m supposed to do. We’re husband and wife, these are all our affairs, no need to distinguish between you or .”
Alia Smith dropped her head in silence again before speaking, “Brother, on that day we got the certificate, if I hadn’t entered the Civil Affairs Bureau, you wouldn’t have done anything to Evan Smith, right?”
William Lane was taken aback by her sudden question, “That’s not necessarily true.”
“You wouldn’t have.” Alia Smith said, “And I knew you wouldn’t have. But I still followed your threat and went into the Civil Affairs Bureau. Am I awful?”
William Lane looked at her without saying anything.
“That day, I knew I shouldn’t have gone in, but my selfishness took over my rationality in that mont.” Alia Smith’s voice started to waver, she took a breath to suppress her sob, “After I got out of the car, I was thinking of leaving. But I couldn’t control myself and still went into the Civil Affairs Bureau. I was in a bad mood because of my younger brother, but mostly because I was angry with myself.”
William Lane was still silent.
Alia Smith dared not to look at William Lane: “While I was rejecting your advances, I constantly lingered in your presence. I knew I should leave, leave Imperial Capital, but…I greedily wanted to be by your side even more.”
While she was talking, she could hardly control herself. Tears already trickled onto the quilt, “I always think, what if one day you stop liking , then I wouldn’t be able to see you anymore. So, I greedily wished for more and more ti to be with you.”
William Lane took out a couple of tissues and stood up. He turned her face toward him, asking her to look at him.
As soon as she lifted her head, tears rolled down her cheeks.
William Lane carefully wiped away her tears, then looked into her eyes and asked, “Why are you telling all of this?”
Hearing his voice turn cold, Alia Smith’s tears poured more heavily. She paused before saying, “I suddenly felt like telling it.”
“Alia Smith, I want to hear the truth.” William Lane looked at her unwaveringly.
Alia Smith tried to look away, but William Lane grasped her chin and forced her to look at him.
Unable to free herself, Alia gave a sniffle, “I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Scared of death.”
William Lane didn’t quite understand.
Alia choked back a sob, “Life is unpredictable. I fear death, because that ans I won’t get to see you again. I fear death, because I haven’t had the chance to spend quality ti with you or even tell you that I like you.”
William Lane’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, as he stood there, sowhat dazed.
“I don’t care anymore if you will always like or whether I’m worthy of you.” Alia choked out between sobs, struggling for breath, “But, but… I’m not as good as you think I am. I’ve been using your feelings for to get close to you.”
William Lane pulled her into his arms, brushing away her tears with one hand and patting her back with the other to comfort her.
Alia sniffed quietly, “Brother, will you hate ?”
“Why would I hate you?” William patted her back, “How do you know I didn’t deliberately bring up your brother’s issue, knowing that you would’ve gone into the Civil Affairs Bureau anyway.”
Alia gave a soft whimper, sounding like a small kitten.
William Lane buried her face in his waist, letting her wet his clothes with her tears. He fondled her head, “Alia, that’s not selfishness. It’s just that our little Alia likes her elder brother. You can’t control yourself when you’re in love.”
“Also, Lady Smith, you need to get one thing straight. From start to finish, it has been pursuing you and insisting on keeping you by my side. If it wasn’t wanting to see you, do you think… you could see anyway?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” Alia toughed through her tear-induced dizziness and sohow managed to answer his question.
A smile reached William Lane’s eyes, “There you go. Honesty is the best policy. What goes on in that head of yours all day? Is your mind built differently from mine?”
Alia choked sobbed again.
William Lane took pity on her; he gently pulled her out from his hug and wiped away her tears and runny nose, then leaned down to her eye level and asked, “Do you like elder brother?”
“I do.” Alia glanced at him before dropping her gaze again.
William Lane leaned in to kiss her tear-soaked eyes, “I like you too, very much… Alia, our lifeti is going to be long; we will love each other all our lives. So, later on… don’t grow tired of your old big brother.”
Alia shook her head, but after a couple tis, she began to feel dizzy.
Noticing that, William Lane imdiately steadied her head to keep her from moving, he held her against the bed, “Stop moving. Just rest for a bit.”
“Um.”
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