Billionaire’s Runaway Bride

Biting lower lip, I braced herself to look up at him and said, “it’s really my fault today. I made Mr. Carter and the children worry about me. I won’t do that again.”

I know Penn very well.

No matter six years ago or since I came back, Penn has never lost its manner like today.

With the description of those experts, I can imagine how anxious he was after my accident.

“Daddy is really worried about you. Look, his eyes are red. Auntie, can you stop being angry with daddy?”

Lundy lay beside me pitifully.

Aviva and Cyrus began to put in a good word for Penn.

“Mommy, I really care about you and take care of us.”

Hearing their words, I felt helpless.

I saw how haggard Penn looked. I also saw how worried Penn was about me.

But it doesn’t mean that I can accept him frankly.

Just as I was hesitating how to answer the kids’ questions, Penn’s voice came from the other side, “you don’t have to worry about the matters between adults. Your mommy just woke up. Let’s talk for a while.”

When I heard that he helped me out, I felt relieved. But I didn’t dare to look up at him. I just smiled at the kids.

The kids surrounded me and talked about the interesting things happened in the kindergarten.

After chatting for a while, I checked the time. It was almost 11 o’clock. I said to the kids, “it’s late. You can go back to rest and come to see Mommy tomorrow.”

The little fellows naturally refused and kept shaking their heads.

So I had to turn to Penn for help.

Penn frowned and said, “it’s so late now. It’s not good for them to sleep well even if they go back. The next ward is empty. Let them sleep in the next room.”

Then he lowered his head to ask for their opinions.

The three kids nodded obediently.

I had no choice but to make a concession. “Thank you, Mr. Carter.”

From Penn’s perspective:

I took the little ones out of the hospital room. Bill was still waiting in the hallway. When he saw us, he respectfully greeted me with “Sir.” I ordered him, “Take them to the next room to rest.” Bill agreed and quickly prepared the next room for the little ones to rest in. I stood at the door and watched as he settled them in. “Within three days, I want to see the investigation report on this accident! Find out who was behind it.”

From Aimee’s perspective:

It was already late at night. I thought that Penn would take the little ones to rest and wouldn’t come back, so I lay on the bed alone, lost in thought. “What are you thinking about?”

Penn’s voice suddenly sounded in my ear. I was startled, and hastily collected my thoughts.

I had been so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t even know when Penn had come in!

“The experts said you should avoid emotional fluctuations, so if there’s nothing wrong, don’t think too much.”

Compared to before, his voice sounded calm and inexplicably reassuring. I was also dazed for a few seconds before coming to my senses and asking inappropriately, “Why… why did you come back? It’s so late…”

He said frankly, “you just woke up and need care. I’m worried about you.”

Hearing this, my eyes trembled and I couldn’t believe my ears.

Did Penn know what he was talking about? Do you know what he meant by saying that?

I don’t know and don’t dare to ask. I just want to say vaguely, “I’m much better. Mr. Carter has been tired all day today. Go to bed early.”

The blood in his eyes was so dazzling that I couldn’t ignore it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, I saw Penn pull a chair and sit down beside the bed.

I frowned and said, “I’m really fine. You don’t have to do this.”

He was unmoved. “I don’t believe you anymore.”

Then he took out his phone without raising his head and said, “I interrupted a very important meeting because you were in a coma. I need to deal with it now. Miss Miller, if you feel sorry for me, you should be quiet and have a good rest now. Don’t disturb me.”

Since he said so, I had to swallow the words on the tip of my tongue and looked at the people around me in a complicated mood.

It seems that he wants me to have a good rest. The light in the ward is very dim.

I can’t see the expression on Penn’s face clearly.

After a while, I could only see his slender fingers sliding on the screen.

I thought he was really focusing on his work, so I looked away awkwardly and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

But as soon as I closed her eyes, Penn’s haggard face appeared in my mind.

I couldn’t help but wonder what he said to me when I was in a coma.

I vaguely remember that Penn had said a long sentence, and his tone was also different from before

From Penn’s perspective:

The door of Aimee’s room was knocked and I walked out, immediately seeing the little one standing at the door. I furrowed my eyebrows and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lundy hugged my thigh and his voice was full of grievances, “.. I want Auntie…” Hearing this, my eyes darkened and I turned to look in the direction of Aimee’s room. When I came out, that little woman was already asleep. I didn’t want the little one to disturb her sleep.

“Had a nightmare?” I bent down and hugged the little one in my arms, soothing him in a gentle voice,

“Tell Daddy, what did you dream about?” The little one’s voice still had a crying tone, “I dreamed that Auntie said she doesn’t want Lundy anymore, and…” At this point, tears suddenly fell from the little one’s eyes.

I frowned and asked, “what else?”

“Mommy…” Lundy sobbed, “I dreamed of Mommy…”

My eyes darkened at his words.

I still remember that the little guy just called Aimee Mommy.

But now he dreamed of her mother again.

Was it really because of the blood tie between them?

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help asking the little guy, “why did you call Aunt Aimee Mommy just now?”

The little boy immediately put his arms around my neck and cried, “I want aunt to be my mommy! Lundy doesn’t want aunt to get sick!”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The little boy was really frightened by Aimee’s illness.

When I heard what the little guy said, my heart was racing.

I hugged Lundy and coaxed for a long time. As soon as I sent Lundy back to the next ward, I saw Clayton at the door.

“How’s Aimee? How did she get gas poisoning?”

Facing my brother, I took off the heavy burden in my heart and said in a slightly tired tone, “I don’t know. She doesn’t know either.”

Hearing this, Clayton stopped asking and asked, “can I go in and have a look?”

I looked back at the door of the ward. After thinking for a few seconds, I nodded at him. “I don’t know if she is awake now. You can go in and have a look.