Seth Quinn’s face was a little pale, likely from the blood loss, but he was still incredibly handsome. Clara Grant couldn’t help but reach out and caress his cheek.

She gently stroked his cheek a few times and murmured with a soft laugh, "You’re a grown man, what are you doing being so handsome? No wonder so many women fall at your feet!"

She laughed softly before adding, "And now, I’ve completely become one of them."

After she spoke, Clara Grant paused for a moment. When she spoke again, the smile had vanished from her face, replaced by tenderness and heartache. "Seth, how could you be so foolish? You knew it was dangerous, so why did you still throw yourself in front of me without a second thought?

If anything had happened to you, how could I have gone on living, even if I survived? Even if no one blamed me, I would have spent the rest of my life consumed by guilt and missing you. If it came to that, I’d rather it had been me who died.

So, if I’m ever in danger again, you can’t just throw yourself in front of me like that. Do you hear me?"

Thankfully, it had been a close call, and Seth Quinn’s life wasn’t in danger. Still, a wave of fear washed over Clara Grant whenever she thought about it.

The fact that she could still gaze at him like this, that she could reach out and touch his face, made Clara Grant feel an overwhelming sense of bliss.

She gazed at Seth Quinn’s sleeping face for a long, long time. The anesthesia still held him deep in sleep. Finally letting out the breath she’d been holding, Clara Grant suddenly felt exhausted. Gradually, she slumped over the edge of the bed and drifted off to sleep.

...

When Seth Quinn woke up, the first thing he saw was a head resting by the side of his bed. He was disoriented for a moment, unsure of what day it was or even where he was.

He tried to move, but the slight motion sent a sharp pain through the wound on his back, causing him to frown. The pain also cleared his head, and everything that had happened came rushing back.

Seth Quinn’s gaze fell on Clara Grant, who was slumped over the bed. Even though she had changed her clothes and he could only see the top of her head, he recognized her instantly.

His eyes instantly filled with tenderness, and a faint smile touched his lips. He couldn’t help but reach out and gently stroke her soft hair.

Afraid of waking her, Seth Quinn only stroked her hair a couple of times before pulling his hand back.

Just then, the door to his room was suddenly pushed open. Seth Quinn looked up to see a doctor in a white coat, followed by two nurses.

"Mr. Quinn, you’re awa—" The doctor was there to do his rounds. Seeing that he was awake, he walked over to greet him.

But before he could finish, he saw Seth Quinn frown slightly and raise a finger to his lips in a hushing motion.

The doctor paused in confusion. His gaze shifted, and he saw Clara Grant asleep, slumped over the edge of the bed.

He understood at once. ’Mr. Quinn is worried about waking her.’

But it was too late. Clara Grant had already heard the sound and was lifting her head.

Her eyes landed first on Seth Quinn’s face. When she saw he was awake, she shot to her feet in delight and leaned in close. "Seth, you’re awake! How do you feel? Does anything hurt? I’ll go get the doctor."

Without waiting for Seth Quinn to reply, she spun around to find a doctor. The moment she turned, she saw the doctor and nurses standing right behind her. She froze for a second, then quickly called out, "Doctor, he’s awake! Please, come take a look at him."