Chapter 133~ Not ready

Claire awoke to a handsome face smiling down at her.

Immediately, relief washed over her and a smile crossed her lips.

“My love... you’re alive,” she remarked, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears as she looked up into familiar cerulean blue eyes.

Oliver smiled warmly and cupped Claire’s cheek. He said, “Of course, I’m alive. I have a wife and daughter waiting for me... I would choose living with you... growing old with you... over anything in the world."

The couple simply looked into each other’s eyes, sharing a special moment as their eyes relayed what the other was feeling.

Just after he woke up, Oliver asked for a wheelchair and his friends helped him to get to Claire's ward. He stayed by her side, watching as she slept for hours all the while ignoring the pain in his chest.

Everyone tried to talk him into returning to his ward to rest, but Oliver wanted to see and talk to Claire before sleeping again. He was afraid he might go into another coma and not have the chance to talk