Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 18

Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 18

He didn’t answer me directly.

Instead, he looked at Nick lying on the hospital bed and spoke quietly.

“After some time.”

“I’ll take you there.”

Then, as if we had silently agreed on it, we both turned our attention back to Nick.

A mother could never get tired of looking at her child.

The longer I looked at him, the more I realized how much Nick resembled me.

His eyes.

His expressions.

Even some of his little habits.

I looked at Alex.

Then I looked back at Nick.

Over and over.

In the end, Alex was the first one who couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Elena.”

“Don’t keep staring at me.”

I froze for a moment.

Why?

Fine.

I had always been a little afraid of Alex.

If he told me not to look, then I wouldn’t.

So I really did stare at Nick without blinking.

Tsk.

My son was really adorable.

And he was incredibly good-looking.

I didn’t know how much time passed.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over me.

I looked up.

And met Alex’s lowered gaze.

He stood there, looking down at me.

Even after the car accident.

Even with his pale face.

The intimidating presence of the Charleston heir was still there.

I instinctively swallowed.

“What… what’s wrong?”

Alex glanced at Nick on the hospital bed.

His voice was calm.

“Stop looking.”

“I’ll take you back to the Charleston estate to rest.”

I immediately refused.

“But you’re injured too.”

“You don’t need to take me.”

“It’s only a minor injury.”

“A small injury is still an injury.”

The words slipped out before I could stop myself.

Alex looked at me.

“Elena,” he interrupted calmly.

“Are you actually worried about me?”

I opened my mouth to answer.

But the words suddenly got stuck.

Of course I was worried about him.

He had just been in a car accident.

There was still blood on his clothes.

How could I not worry?

But when it came to Alex…

I didn’t know how to admit it.

He didn’t ask again.

He simply reached out, held my hand, and led me out of the hospital room.

On the way back, I leaned against the car window and stared out at the streets.

The car was quiet.

Just when I thought the entire ride would pass in silence…

Alex suddenly spoke.

“Don’t look out the window.”

Me:

“Oh.”

Then what was I supposed to look at?

He had just told me not to look at him.

Now he didn’t even want me looking out the window.

I could only close my eyes and pretend to rest.

But strangely…

even without opening my eyes, I could still feel that Alex’s mood seemed even heavier than before.