CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWELVE

LUCA'S POV.

THREE DAYS LATER.

After catching up with the doctor about Scarlett's condition, I left her office and made my way back to Scarlett's room. She was lying on her bed with her head propped as she stared blankly ahead. My breath stopped when I saw her face.

Damn. I'd never seen someone look so beautiful while in a condition like this before. The bandage wrapped around her head had somehow become cute now, and her eyes had finally started to come alive.

I watched her from the glass doors for a while until I cleared my throat, walking inside.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, crossing my arms.

She noticed me and a frown settled on her face. "How could I not hate you? What could have happened in those months that made me trust you?"

This question again. She'd been asking it steadily since she woke up. I understood why she was confused and wanted to know, I mean, if the last thing she could remember was when I pointed a gun at her and her boyfriend then she had every r