My Fiancée Hates Me

Chapter 53: I Am Fine

After three very long days, my prayers were answered.

Garett had awoken from his three days of being bedridden. They had him moved to his room after he

started feeling a little better.

I also gained some special permission to come to his room to nurse him back to health.

"How are you feeling?" I asked Garett.

The poison and treatment should have knocked him out for a whole week. He recovered in just three

days. Even the doctor was surprised by Garett's strong vitality.

"I have seen better days...Could you hand me a book?" Garett asked.

This book nut...

"I returned all of your borrowed books to the library. They needed to be sent back anyways," I said.

"I should go see what new books they have this week," Garett said as he removed his covers.

I forced him back into his bed by pushing him back down onto his bed.

"Make do with what you have," I ordered.

"I do not have that many personal books with me," Garett said.

"Despite being a bookworm, you do not carry that many books with you? That sounds a bit strange," I

said as I looked around his room.

"...My family does not allow me to bring many books with me and the Library here only allows a certain

number of books to be checked out at one time," Garett said.

"Your family..."

I never asked about Garett's family, so I do not know much about them. He himself never asked to

inform his family, so we never contacted his family about the poisoning incident.

"Are you alright?" Garett asked me. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"...I have seen better days," I answered him curtly.

"I suppose so...You were crying so much for me. Now, your eyes are swollen," Garett said as he

touched the side of my face for a moment.

I am so embarrassed.

I even put a hot wet towel over my eyes earlier to try and reduce the swelling.

"Are they that bad?" I asked as I touched my face.

"...Your eyes are pretty as usual," he said with a gentle smile.

My face flared up from his unusual line.

"I see..."

"When I was in pain, I could remember hearing you bawling your eyes out and crying out my name..."

"...You heard all that?" I said as I tried to bury my face in my hands.

"Among other things...Did you mean what you said before?" Garett asked.

"What did I say?" I asked as I lifted my face from my hands.

My left hand was suddenly taken by his right hand and placed over his lap.

The sounds of my heartbeat drowned out all of my thoughts. I did not have the heart, nor the strength

to remove my hand from his grasp.

"You said that I had 'half of your heart'...Do you still mean it?" Garett asked.

His beautiful emerald green eyes that were not covered by his large glasses seemed to be much more

expressive than I last remembered. They quivered slightly as I found them stare deeply into my soul.

"I do not remember saying such things," I said as I turned my face away.

He turned my face towards his with his other hand and smiled.

"For someone who almost died, I think I deserve a bit of the truth..."

"...I may...I may have said something like that."

"That is good enough for now," he said as he tapped his forehead against mine.

His hands ran through my hair and he gently caressed my cheek. I held his other hand as I looked back

into his eyes. Everything about his eyes were telling me that he loved me. His lips went to my forehead,

my eyes, my nose, and then my cheeks.

How soft they were...

Everywhere his lips touched left an exhilarating hot sensation behind. At this rate, I am going to melt

under his sweet kisses.

I moved my hands towards his chest and grasped his shoulders. I closed my eyes and opened my

mouth as I turned my head slightly.

What would it be like if Garett used his soft lips to kiss me on the lips?

"We brought some chicken and milk stew," Charlotte said as she entered the room with Grace.

Garett and I quickly looked in opposite directions.

Dangerous...

Who knew a room with a male and female alone together in a closed room could be so dangerous?

I felt confused when I touched my lips with my fingers. They seemed a bit lonely for some reason.

It seems that I myself was expecting a kiss from Garett and that confused me greatly.

I still love Erik from my first life very dearly. I am also aware that Garett has grown into a person who I

could not ignore and that the feeling in my chest when I would think of Garett's face was undeniably

true.

I like Garett...

As for who I love more, I am not sure anymore.

I always thought that I loved my husband the most in the world and nothing could ever change that.

After reviving and returning to the past, I began to develop feelings for the person who has been by my

side the longest.