Pampered Like A Princess

It was impossible for Edward to marry Anna. He was already married to Nelissa.

In the past, he did not take marriage as a very important thing. It was just a task that everyone in this society had to complete. No one could get away with it. Some people got married because of marriage, and some people got married because of love. However, love was also not essential. It was neither oxygen nor material. Without love, no one would die. Love was just a small part of life. He had always thought so.

Therefore, he still remembered that many years ago, Anna had requested to marry him. At the moment when he had easily agreed, Anna said to him with tears of joy, “Edward, you are my first love.”

He didn’t say anything at that time, because he knew very well that his wife was not Anna, and she would be another woman without deep feelings. Anna was not his only love, nor was it his first love, not even love.

How many years had passed? Every time he thought back to that time, he felt a little guilty for being young and impulsive. He was not mature enough, so it didn’t matter whether he thought it was important or not. He also thought that he could give up Nelissa. But as Anna had said, he didn’t really make up his mind to give up Nelissa from beginning to end.

At that time, he shouldn’t have agreed to marry Anna. He knew that Anna liked him, but he didn’t intend to give her love.

After a moment of silence, Anna said, “Aren’t you going to lie to me? Maybe I’ll come back as soon as you say that you’ll marry me.” Just like many years ago, Anna gave Edward a chance to retain her. It didn’t matter whether it was true or not.

At that time, Edward didn’t realize it.

Now Edward realized it, but he said in a low and slow voice, “No. I have to take responsibility for every word I say at my age. I don’t want to lie to you. I like Nelissa, and I used to be like this. I felt guilty about you and almost made a big mistake. Fortunately, we didn’t get married in the end. A marriage without love will only torture each other. You shouldn’t like me.”

After marrying Nelissa, the value of Edward’s marriage had changed a lot. He used to think that a marriage that didn’t require emotional support was already hard to accept. Just like when he met the most suitable person to have the best taste, he didn’t want to go back to his previous life.

Anna asked, “Then why can’t you like me?” She didn’t understand. “She only spent a short time in your heart, but I’ve been with you for so many years, and you never let me get close to your heart. I know love can’t be divided, but isn’t there another kind of love that gives birth to love? I’m so short of you that you don’t even have the slightest interest in me?”

Edward didn’t say anything, almost reaching his limit. He looked ahead. From his position, from the straight corridor to the end, the red surgical light was still on.

He began to feel a little numb. It was a kind of slow torture that slowly and gradually seeped into his heart.

Anna made a hypothesis. “If I had confessed to you before you met Nelissa, would we have been together forever?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the operating room suddenly went out. The next moment, the door opened, and Edward rushed over, his heart beating violently.

In the midst of the messy sounds, Anna heard Edward’s rapid and steady breathing. He gave her an answer in a hurry. In the end, before she could say anything more, the call was quickly cut off.

Tears welled up in Anna’s eyes the moment he heard the answer. She stood on the side of the road and covered her eyes with the back of her hand. She only felt that the sun was extremely painful, and her tears flowed down. She had no time to care about what the passers-by would think of her.

Nelissa was injured in her head, with a slight concussion, several needles on her forehead, and a piece of skin on her right elbow. There were many other injuries and injuries in other parts of her body. Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital in time, so her life was not in danger. However, she lost a lot of blood and was a little weak.

In the single ward, the room was bright.

Nelissa was lying on the snow-white bed. Her forehead was bandaged with white gauze, her bangs were shaved a little, and her hair was all over the pillow. She seemed to be asleep. She was calm and beautiful, but her skin was as white as the clean bed quilt. There was almost no blood on it, and even her red lips were much dimmer.

It was as if the delicate and delicate flowers that had been carefully raised suddenly withered.

Edward carefully grabbed Nelissa’s small hands and saw that there were wounds of varying sizes on her hands. Her white and thin fingers were pasted with tape, and the edges of her light-colored nails were stained with frozen blood. Her small hands were no longer as white and flawless as before, covered with scars.

Edward’s heart ached for her. He couldn’t imagine how much pain Nelissa had felt at that moment. Usually, she would frown and cry out in pain when he exerted a little more strength on her. Her skin was delicate and she was afraid of pain. She couldn’t bear the rough treatment at all.

If possible, he would rather hurt himself. She was too young and not strong enough. Even a little blow could easily break her. He was afraid that he would lose her.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The female doctor said, “The patient will wake up after the anesthetic. When you ring the bell, I will come over and have a look.”

Edward nodded, his eyes full of warmth.

After the female doctor went out, several female nurses also left. Before closing the door of the ward, one of the intern nurses secretly took a few more glances at Edward. She lowered her head slightly, looked so handsome, and was deeply depressed. Her expression could be said to be affectionate. She was a very good-looking man. Was the woman in the hospital bed his lover?

The nurse gently closed the door and was envious.

Edward waited by the hospital bed, waiting for Nelissa to wake up. His big hand had been holding her little hand. He leaned against the back of the chair and stared at the clock hanging on the wall in front of him. Time passed by, and the sound of dripping water could be heard in the quiet ward. He could even count every second and how many seconds had passed. His brain was extremely clear, but his body was extremely tired.

It was like a kind of torture in disguise. The waiting process was still torturing him. When Nelissa didn’t wake up, he felt more and more uncomfortable. He subconsciously thought about every minute and second. Once he passed the time and didn’t wake up, he would immediately go to the doctor and wondered why it was so long.

He couldn’t stop, and his whole person slowly lost control in the repressed calmness.

Edward felt that he couldn’t go on like this. He had to find something to do, at least before Nelissa woke up. He looked down at his wrinkled white shirt. His tie was gone, and he didn’t know where to throw his suit jacket.

Nelissa wouldn’t like to see him like this. She usually had a little mysophobia, so when she woke up, she might say that he was dirty.