Chapter 319

He had no idea he could feel so desperate for Danielle. When buried under the rubble, his only regrets were not stealing one more kiss from her and not hearing her say "Ross" one last time.

Danielle couldn’t stop staring at his handsome face with delight, her heart thumping at his words. Her ears turned pink, suddenly struck by shyness. The bold side of her vanished.

She fought back a smile. “Am I your girlfriend?”

Ross pressed his lips together, a wordless no.

He said, “Didn’t we… We kissed before, didn’t we?” he wondered.

“That was then,” she cut in. “This is now.”

Ross went quiet.

His plan to win her over had always been clear: he wanted to truly have her, make her his. But stuck in a hospital bed, he was helpless to act.

Oh, well. If I can’t kiss her now, I’ll collect later, he thought.

Besides, if she kissed him, he might lose it, and he was too weak to do anything about it.

If Ross had asked her to be his girlfriend right then, she would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. But she waited, and he said nothing. Not a word.

He likes me, why won’t he ask? Just say it, she thought.

But Ross missed the cue. The pain and exhaustion hit hard, and he drifted back to sleep.

Danielle frowned, poking his cheek. “If he likes me this much, is a confession that hard?” she wondered.

At 3 PM, Danielle flew back to Basterel with Shermaine in a helicopter. Her injured leg made staying impossible.

Besides, Lightspring City had enough rescue teams and supplies. It was fine for her to head back to Basterel first. Plus, Yaleview Hospital called right away when they heard about her injured foot, urging her to come back soon.

Danielle was Yaleview Hospital’s top doctor. They panicked when learning about her injury. They tried to stop her from going to Lightspring City, but she went anyway.

The helicopter landed right on Yaleview Hospital’s rooftop. Shortly after Ross was admitted, Ruth and Janice rushed in.

Jameson didn’t show. He still had no clue what had happened, off at a winery with Natalie to meet a client, having a blast.

Ross woke up briefly to say a few words, then fell back asleep.

In the ward, Shermaine pressed a prescription into Ruth’s hand. “Mom, this is for Richard to get his strength back. Could you give it to him?”

Ruth looked at the paper. “Why does he need a prescription all of a sudden?”

“Remember he was shot before?” Shermaine explained. “He never fully recovered, and he donated a lot of blood to Ross yesterday. He needs good nutrition. Lack of it could harm him.”

So Richard had donated blood. He hadn’t mentioned it on the phone last night.

After a moment, Ruth nodded. “Okay, I’ll take it to him.”

Joshua arrived in a dark shirt. Seeing Shermaine look worn out, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “Tired?”

She leaned into him. She had barely rested since the surgery. “A little sleepy.”

“Come nap at my place,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

She nodded, said goodbye to Ruth and Janice, then left with Joshua for the lounge in his office to catch some sleep.