Love Drug Chapter 349: No, I Won't Let You

Merry knew Fraser resented her. She resented herself too.

She had already harmed Summer twice.

With a muffled thud, Merry fell to her knees. Tears streamed down her face, her voice choked with sobs. "If Summer is gone, then I won't live either. I'll go and atone for my sins."

Fraser's dark eyes held no warmth. His expression was indifferent, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. "And what good would that do? Even if you died a hundred times, it wouldn't make up for her lying here."

Summer would not wake up just because of that.

The two bodyguards understood his intentions immediately. They stepped forward, grabbed Merry by the arms, and dragged her out of the room.

Silence fell over the VIP ward once again, broken only by the sharp, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor.

Fraser sat quietly by the hospital bed, his black eyes locked onto Summer's still figure.

Her lips were dry, like withered rose petals.

His heart clenched.

Reaching out, he carefully placed her delicate hand back under the blanket and stood up, intending to get a towel to wipe her face.

But just as he turned, something soft, something impossibly light, tugged at his hand from behind.

He froze. A tremor ran through his body, a tidal wave of emotions crashing into his chest.

Fraser's breath hitched. He whipped around, his sharp gaze locking onto the fragile woman lying on the bed.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Summer's lashes fluttered open.

Her face was still deathly pale, but those beautiful eyes of hers now held a faint glimmer of life. They were no longer shut, no longer devoid of breath.

She tried to smile, but she was too weak. All she could manage was the faintest curve of her lips.

"…You're so noisy."

The second he heard her voice, Fraser slammed the emergency call button on the wall.

He leaned in, his dark, stormy eyes drinking in every inch of her face, as if terrified she would disappear. Shakily, he reached out, fingers brushing through her soft, jet-black hair, his voice hoarse and trembling. "You're awake."

Summer gazed up at him. His face was weary, his eyes rimmed with red. Dark circles shadowed his gaze, exhaustion etched into every inch of his features. Yet even so, he was still devastatingly handsome.

She let out a quiet hum. "I was afraid… If I didn't wake up, you'd be mad at me."

Something lodged itself in Fraser's throat, making it hard to breathe. His lashes quivered. He had so much to say. But in the end, only one word left his lips, "Silly."

Not long after, Xavier arrived with the doctor.

In fact, he had been waiting at the hospital all night.

Xavier stepped forward and carefully examined Summer. Seeing her vitals return to normal, he finally exhaled the breath he had been holding.

The tension that had strung him up all night finally eased.

But Summer's body was still weak.

Xavier ordered a nurse to administer an IV drip. It was the kind that would not affect the baby.

Removing his stethoscope, Xavier turned to Fraser and patted him on his shoulder. "She's okay now."

Yet Fraser's gaze never wavered. Even as the doctor examined her, he never looked away from Summer, not even for a second.

Xavier sighed and quietly led the medical staff out, closing the door behind him, leaving personal space for them.

Fraser stepped closer, his fingers gently wrapping around hers. His dark eyes bore into her, intense and unwavering.

Summer's gaze softened. Her dark pupils shimmered as she looked back at him.

They simply stared at each other for a long time.

Finally, Summer spoke, her voice raspy. "I had a dream."

Fraser's expression darkened. His voice was low. "What did you dream about?"

"You were scolding me." Her tone carried a hint of grievance, her voice soft and sweet.

Fraser's obsidian eyes gleamed. He reached out, the pad of his thumb tracing her pale face, sweeping over her brows, then pausing at her lips. "Then when you get better, you can punish me."

Summer shook her head gently.

"Why not?" Fraser asked.

Summer's lashes fluttered. "I couldn't bear to."

A sharp pain pierced Fraser's chest. A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye, falling heavily onto her skin.

Summer felt the coolness at her neck. She saw the slight dampness at the corners of his eyes and the redness at the tip of his nose.

Her heart ached.

Even in her hazy dreams, she had heard him.

She had heard him whispering, telling her he would follow her, no matter where she went.

She had been terrified. She did not want him to follow her into the darkness. So she had fought.

She had clawed her way back to consciousness, just to stop him and tell him, 'No, you're not allowed. I won't let you'!.

And finally… finally, she woke up.

Reaching up, Summer's delicate fingers brushed over his strong brow, tracing the lines of his face. Her voice was soft, tinged with guilt. "I'm sorry… for making you worry."

Fraser held her hand tighter, his gaze drilling into her soul. His voice was deep and firm, leaving no room for argument. "If you ever do this again… then kill me first."

Summer's eyes turned red, tears welling up at the corners. Her lips trembled. "You're scolding me again."