The Wedding That Never Was Chapter 29

Not long after, Adrian confessed, and Ilara agreed without hesitation.

Adrian lay in the car, his breathing slow and prolonged.

On the verge of death, more and more things floated to the surface of his mind.

His lower body was in so much pain it felt numb. He wondered if Ilara had thought of these things too back then...

Those past moments he might have forgotten.

Ilara occupied too much of his life. So much that he thought it was enough.

He got used to her existence, steady and soothing like a heartbeat. So he forgot care and love. He forgot her soul was full of scars.

He also forgot his grand ambition to heal her body and mind.

In the end, the deepest and most painful scar was left by him.

The river water had risen past his chest. His swollen, soaked hand picked up the red gift box from the passenger seat.

Inside lay a bunch of wildflowers tied with a rubber band.

A weak smile appeared on Adrian's pale face. He closed the lid and hugged it to his chest.

Since Ilara didn't need his atonement, he had better never appear again. He didn't want his endless pestering to annoy her.

He was going to have a long, long dream. In that dream, he would discard his narrow jealousy and inferiority, and give his lover only the purest love.

[Ilara’s POV]

I didn't know how long I waited.

Not long after Adrian's accident, his subordinates called the police because they couldn't reach him. Rescue equipment quickly arrived at Third Avenue.

Fortunately, he was salvaged in time. When they pulled him up, Adrian actually had extremely weak vital signs.

After a whole night of emergency rescue, the best medical equipment in the capital almost failed to pull back this patient who had very low will to live.

Until Leo brought me there. Those vague calls raised the success rate of the operation significantly.

When the green light of the operating room finally turned on, I, who had been restless all day, finally collapsed. I closed my heavy eyes on Leo's supporting arm.

When I woke up again, I was also lying in a hospital bed.

The doctor scolded me. My body hadn't fully recovered, so I had to avoid excessive emotional fluctuations. Leo stood aside and said yes for me.

After a while, Jessica called to tell me that the response to yesterday's concert was very good. I had to go back to participate in activities as soon as I finished resting.

Otherwise, most of the momentum created for my return would be wasted.

I only had time to rest for one day before returning to the company to deal with my rusty work.

Before leaving, Leo told me that Adrian had been transferred to the intensive care unit. Although he hadn't woken up yet, his condition was much better.

However, his state was still poor.

My comeback this time wasn't smooth sailing. Doubts about me in the media never subsided.

It was nothing more than questioning the "resurrection" and the peach-colored scandal of the Hayes heir fighting with a retired officer outside a coffee shop for me.

Previously, Adrian's hand had suppressed them. Those mouths that wanted to speak were restrained, and most speculative reports were blocked before they were published.

Now Adrian was missing for just one night, and the newspaper pages had turned into a carnival about the three words: Ilara Vaughn.

Leo wanted to intervene, but I stopped him. To me, this was just the most insignificant challenge on the road to comeback.

I personally hosted a press conference, recording the whole process. I retorted to every ridicule, and all doubts were met with prepared counterattacks.

Jessica watched me at the scene, feeling infinite emotion in her heart.

After that, I continued to hold concerts, appear on shows, and always asked for a backup recording when accepting interviews.

When I returned to the hospital again, it was two weeks later.

The sound of breaking porcelain came from Adrian's ward. Leo stood at the door looking at me, his smile relaxed and happy.

I heard him say that Adrian's legs had been soaked in water for too long and were pinned by the seat, damaging key nerves...

He could never stand up again.