Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

In a faint and dark fog, she seemed to walk into a maze, with different people standing at each fork in the road.

Father, mother, she didn’t know where to go. She was standing in the middle of the maze, wandering around.

But it seemed that her eyes were looking for whom.

Then, the world turned into darkness. She could not see anything. Around the dead silence, what sound was slowly approaching.

She looked up and only saw the familiar figure approaching her step by step.

Closer and closer, almost subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch the familiar figure.

However, it was empty. She could not catch or touch it. It was empty.

Suddenly she opened her eyes, and what she saw was the white ceiling and the unpleasant smell of the hospital.

It turned out that just now it was just a dream.

“You are awake.”

She looked at the person standing by her hospital bed talking－

It’s Joe.

Not he.

“How was Cyril?”

“He past the critical period, but he hasn’t woken up yet.”

Joe poured her a cup of hot water, but the people in the hospital bed didn’t take it.

“I want to see him.”

Even if she knew that Cyril has passed the critical period, even if she knew… his family may not want to see her.

However, she still couldn’t lie here pretending nothing happened.

Joe watched the girl come down from the hospital bed. Because she was weak, she did not stand firm and fell on the cold ground.

Her legs and feet were a little soft, and her hands were on the edge of the bed, and Joe did not want to help her.

“Danae, if I were you, I would be here obediently and stop looking for humiliating.”

Even if Cyril was fine this time, his family would inevitably have opinions on her. After all, Cyril did this to save her.

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, Henry came in and saw the girl who wanted to stand up against the edge of the bed and Joe who looked on coldly.

“What! I didn’t let her fall.”

After saying that, she saw the man behind Henry. Joe instantly speechless.

And Danae, when she saw the man, a ripple of injustice appeared in her eyes, as if to say－

You see, this was how Joe bullied me while you were away.

Raymond’s angular facial features were not flawed, his dark pupil was somewhat dark, his thin lips were gently pursed, and his long and narrow eyes fell on the pale man.

He carried her back to the hospital bed with gentle movements, just like her in his arms. She was just a porcelain doll that would break at the touch. Her head was tightly attached to the man’s chest, and her small hand was around his waist, refusing to let go.

Joe looked at the scene, red lips smiled coldly, and stepped on high heels and went out.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Henry also went out. In the ward, she and Raymond were the only two quiet people left.

Danae did not speak anything. At the moment, she was like a child, nestled in the warm arms of a man, quiet and silent.

… …

“Don’t you think you did too much, Joe?”

“Do all of you feel that I have always bullied her and she is delicate and pitiful?”

Joe’s cold self－deprecating smile, in Henry’s eyes, was just a disguise of his fragility.

“She is only a child.”

“Ah… perhaps in your eyes, she will always be a child without scheming.”

Danae is still a child, which is the funniest thing Joe has ever heard.

… …

In the ward.

“Am I in trouble this time?”

The girl who had been silent for a long time still spoke.

If it weren’t for her, Cyril wouldn’t have had an accident, lying here still hadn’t woken up.

“Danae, you are worried about him.”

Even that was a tactful question, but Raymond could easily guess her mind.

She looked down and didn’t look at his eyes. She was scared.

“Yes, I worry about him.”

She didn’t lie, and she didn’t think of cheating.

She was indeed worried about Cyril, especially in first aid. She was really afraid that the man would die because of her.

Clear knuckled fingers lifted her lower jaw, and she could clearly see the awe－inspiring meaning reflected in Raymond’s dark black pupils, and she was not afraid. Every word seemed light, but it was dark with sarcasm－

“For the first time, someone would use their own lives to save me. Shouldn’t I be moved?”

Worry meant moving one’s heart.

Every minute and second outside the rescue room, she kept asking herself, what should I do if he died?

If he survived, what would she do?

She looked at him as if she were in a difficult problem. The man taught her too much should tell her whether she should be moved.

Raymond’s mouth was filled with a smile, as if there were not.

Danae was getting more and more talkative. The figure of Cyril in her heart became bright and selfless.

So?

“I wonder, if it had been someone else, would he have been like Cyril?”

The others, nothing more than, he.

Her corners of the mouth with a faint smile, but condensed thin cool, would he do that?

But she knew that Raymond would not give her the answer.

How could there be an answer to a hypothetical thing?