Chapter 8
Chapter 8
When Ethan rushed to Victoria’s apartment, she was curled up on the couch, pale as a ghost.
“Ethan…” she reached out weakly, “it hurts so much…”
Without a word, Ethan helped her up and headed straight for the elevator.
Victoria leaned against him, breathing in his familiar cologne, and couldn’t help but smile slightly.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be at the hospital soon,” Ethan said, his brow furrowed with concern, his voice low and gentle.
His black Maserati raced through the city, running three red lights before pulling up to Manhattan’s most exclusive private hospital.
And the chief of staff was already waiting with a team of specialists.
“Mr. Blackwood, please don’t worry. We’ve prepared our finest room and doctors,” the chief said respectfully.
Ethan nodded and followed as they rushed Victoria to the VIP wing.
Nurses whispered as they passed:
“Oh my god, is that the Blackwood heir? He’s even more gorgeous in person!”
“Look how much he dotes on his girlfriend!”
“I wish I were her…”
The test results came back quickly-mild gastritis.
“Just gastritis?” Ethan frowned. “You’re sure there’s nothing else?”
“Mr. Blackwood, please rest assured. Ms. Hayes only has mild gastritis,” the attending physician said, wiping his brow. “We’ve already arranged the best treatment plan…”
“No, get that new experimental drug from Europe,” Ethan interrupted “Money’s no object.”
“But sir, that medication costs over a hundred thousand per dose, and for mild gastritis it might be excessive—”
“I said money’s no object.”
Victoria lay in the hospital bed, listening to Ethan spend a fortune on her care, feeling warm inside.
She tugged on his sleeve: “Ethan, don’t worry so much about me……”
Ethan turned and took her hand, his voice tender. Just rest. I’ll be right here with you.”
For the next three days, Ethan never left Victoria’s bedside.
He personally fed her medicine and meals, even helping her turn over with the utmost care.
When Victoria mentioned craving soup from that place downtown, he immediately had it delivered.
When she said the room felt stuffy, he had fresh flowers brought in to brighten the space.
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When she casually mentioned being bored, he ordered a limited-edition luxury sports car delivered to the hospital….
All of Manhattan’s high society was talking about how obsessed the Blackwood heir was with his girlfriend.
On discharge day, Ethan personally drove to pick up Victoria.
“Ethan…” Victoria sat in the passenger seat, hesitating, “I… I get so lonely living alone…”
Ethan kept his eyes on the road: “Mm?”
“We’re together now…” she said, her ears turning red, and her voice getting smaller, “Could I… maybe move in with you?”
Ethan’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel.
He remembered that Claire had already cleared out all her things from his penthouse, and besides… he did want to see Victoria every day.
“Okay,” he agreed with a nod
Victoria was overjoyed and quickly moved into Ethan’s penthouse that very day.
The moment she walked in, she excitedly started redecorating.
“Ethan, should we change this couch to white?”
“What about blue curtains?”
“I want to use these sheets in the bedroom…”
Ethan just stood nearby, gently answering “sure” to every suggestion
But once the entire penthouse had been transformed. Ethan stood in the center of the living room and suddenly felt like he was in a stranger’s home.
This place had been decorated by Claire, every piece of furniture and every detail chosen to match his tastes and habits perfectly.
And now…
“Ethan? Don’t you like it?” Victoria noticed the shift in his mood immediately.
Ethan shook his head and pulled her into his arms: “Of course I do. If you like it, I like it.”
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.
