She gently pulled his hand away as she spoke, âAlright, I really must go home. You should rest.â
âIâll have someone take you home,â he said.
âYour mother has arranged for a chauffeur to take me home, so donât worry,â said Kyla.
When she came out of the ward, the smile on her face disappeared.
If Martin Weiss had not stopped her today, maybe she would have told him she wanted to start over with him.
Maybe some things were meant to be missed!
Maybe what she had not said today would never be said again.
Was she to blame for loving him too little? Was he to blame for loving her too much?
Just like what Mrs. Weiss said, Martin Weiss could risk her life for her, but she might not be able to risk her life for Martin Weiss. She had too many things tying her down, and she did not have too much attachment to love.
Maybe it would be better for both of them if it ended here.
He did not need to be so persistent with her and could start afresh.
After this, he would not risk his life nor struggle for her-let alone become so humble for her.
Kyla walked out of the hospital with a bitter smile.
Martin Weiss⦠and her would eventually go on with their lives as per their original course. What had happened these days was just an interlude.
Kyla would visit Martin Weiss in the hospital every day in the next few days. She would bring him food she made and share photos and videos of Nelson on her phone with him.
Everything seemed so sweet and harmonious.
However, only Kyla herself understood that Martin Weissâs time in the hospital might be their last âgoodâ
time together.
Once he got out of the hospital, it⦠was time for her to give him an answer.
âAlright, Iâm going home,â Kyla said to Martin Weiss after packing up her things.
âWhy donât you go home after I fall asleep? I want you to stay with me a little longer,â he said. He looked a little like a child being affectionate.
No matter how mature he normally was, he could not help behaving like a child in front of the woman he loved.
âOkay,â replied Kyla as she returned to the chair beside his hospital bed. âThen lie down and go to sleep.â
Martin Weiss obediently lay down on the bed, but his eyes did not close. He was still looking at Kyla.
âWhatâs the matter? Arenât you going to sleep?â she asked.
âIt just feels like a dream these days,â he said. After all, he had never dared to think that she would be willing to sit beside him and wait for him to fall asleep one day. âKyla, tell me. Aml dreaming?â
Her heart quivered. âNo, youâre not dreaming.â
A smile appeared on his face. âDo you think Iâll get the answer I want?â
She was silent as the hands on her lap clenched slightly.
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âAnswer⦠I can never give him the answer he wants.â
He reached out to take her cold hand and said apologetically, âIâm not forcing you. I just long for it. I said Iâd wait, and Iâll wait however long it takes for you to be willing.â
He would wait until she wanted to be with him willingly.
She took a deep breath. âIâll get back to you when youâre discharged, okay?â
There was a gleam of joy in his eyes when he heard that. Even his voice became a little agitated.
âOkay, Iâll wait for your answer on that day.â
âThen get a good nightâs sleep, or the doctor may postpone your discharge again,â she said.
âThen I must let the doctor discharge me soon,â quipped Martin Weiss. He closed his eyes this time and missed the agony in Kylaâs eyes.
âDischarge⦠The sooner heâs discharged, the sooner our sweet days will come to an end.â
Once Martin Weiss fell asleep, Kyla carefully withdrew her hand