Chapter 321

At the thought of that, Donovan could only lie in bed, tasting that hollow loneliness by himself. Every so often, he distracted himself by working on his phone or laptop, trying to numb the restlessness gnawing at his chest. That night, around 9:00 pm, the male nurse had just finished wiping him when he decided to sleep. But the moment he closed his eyes, the door creaked open. Without meaning to, Donovan opened his eyes and saw Anne come into the room. The moment he recognized her, his expression went flat. He turned his face away and said coldly, "I'm going to sleep. Get out." In the past, Anne would have melted into her usual role of the tender, clinging woman, doing anything to get close to him. Tonight, however, her lips curled into a cold, ambiguous smile. "Why so eager to throw me out? I came here out of kindness, to check on you," she said, strolling toward his bed. Folding her arms, she looked down at the face that had once been her obsession. Donovan felt he'd said all