Chapter 633

Brad was fast asleep because the anesthetic had not worn off yet. Even after being wheeled back into his hospital room, he didn't stir. Nadine sat at his bedside, gazing at the face of the man she once loved, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Under the soft hospital lights, Brad lay quietly on the bed, like a finely carved sculpture. His face was pale from the lingering effects of the anesthesia, and his eyes were firmly closed. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling gently. Even through the hospital gown, she could see his taut muscles. His hand rested limply on the white sheets, his fingers slightly curled. His injured right arm lay outside the covers, wrapped in thick gauze. Although the wound wasn't visible, the bloodstains on the gauze indicated that he had sustained a serious injury. His brows were knitted, likely from the pain, and though his face was handsome as ever, his expression was hardened. Upon closer inspection, one could see a few beads of