Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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Asher stared at me for a long moment, then suddenly released his grip on my hand and let out a cold laugh. "You don't even know you're running a fever?"
His thumb brushed across my forehead, touching scorching heat.
Only then did I belatedly feel a wave of dizziness. Asher's face in front of me seemed to split into double vision.
I instinctively grabbed his sleeve, but he caught my wrist in return.
"Don't move." His voice remained cold and hard, yet his grip softened.
The car started again, this time heading to the nearest private hospital.
I leaned back in the seat as consciousness gradually blurred. I vaguely heard Asher on the phone: "...prepare fever reducers and IV fluids... Yes, now."
The neon lights outside the window became flowing streams of light. I suddenly remembered that rainy night from my past life—
Back then, I had also lain there shivering cold in a pool of blood, while Asher held me, his voice trembling as he called my name.
"...Sienna?"
The voice in reality pulled me back. Asher had already parked and was frowning at me.
"Can you walk on your own?"
I wanted to say I was fine, but the moment I moved, everything went black and my limbs went weak.
The next second, I was swept up in his arms. Asher's scent enveloped me completely.
"Troublesome," he muttered under his breath, yet held me tighter.
In the VIP room, the doctor had just finished his examination.
"Her temperature has reached 39.5 degrees. She needs to stay for observation." The doctor adjusted his glasses.
"Also..." He hesitated, glancing toward Asher.
Asher understood and followed the doctor into the hallway.
"Miss Sienna has fresh needle marks on her arm. From their position and condition, it looks like blood was forcibly drawn recently." The doctor lowered his voice. "She also has multiple bruises and soft tissue injuries that appear recent."
"No matter how clumsy someone might be in daily life, they couldn't get hurt this badly. So from a medical standpoint, I find this... rather abnormal."
Asher's gaze instantly turned ice-cold.
When he returned to the room, I had fallen into a semi-conscious state, my pale face flushed with unnatural fever.
The nurse was setting up my IV. The moment the needle pierced my vein, I unconsciously flinched.
Asher stood beside the bed, his gaze falling on my exposed arm—where besides the fresh needle mark, there were several scabbed-over scratches, as if I'd been roughly pressed against the ground.
His knuckles made a soft "crack."
"Derek..." I suddenly murmured in my dreams, "Why did you..."
Asher's expression turned ice-cold again. He turned to leave, but a burning hand caught his palm.
"Asher..." My voice was light as a sigh, "Don't go..."
His steps halted.
Moonlight leaked through the curtain gaps, falling across my sweat-dampened forehead. Asher watched in silence for a long time, then finally sat back down in the bedside chair.
I dreamed I had returned to my past life.
Derek walked past me with Rachel in his arms, not even sparing me a glance. Lucien and the others offered fake comfort while secretly mocking my foolish infatuation.
Finally came that car accident, blood spreading beneath me, while across the street, those four watched with cold indifference...
"No..." I struggled in the dream, "Don't..."
A cool hand suddenly pressed against my cheek.
"Sienna." Someone called my name, the voice deep and clear, "Wake up."
I snapped my eyes open to find Asher's face inches from mine.
In the morning light, his features were exceptionally sharp. His handsome face remained unchanged, but dark circles shadowed his eyes—clearly he hadn't slept all night.
"You..." My voice was terribly hoarse.
Asher withdrew his hand, his expression returning to its usual coldness. "The fever broke."
Only then did I notice the IV tape on the back of my hand, the empty medicine bottle hanging from the bedside stand, and a glass of warm water on the nightstand.
I suddenly felt my eyes grow hot. In my past life, even when I was at my sickest, Derek was too busy with Rachel to send even a single text of concern.
"Thank you," I said softly.
Asher was fastening his cufflinks. At my words, his movements paused. "No need."
Without looking up, he said, "During our engagement, I'm responsible for ensuring your health."
I smiled, not calling out his contradiction between words and actions.
I noticed his suit jacket draped carelessly over the sofa, still wrinkled from where I'd clutched it.
"I had a beautiful dream," I suddenly said. "I dreamed everyone abandoned me."
Asher looked at me. "Are you brain-damaged from the fever? How is that—"
"Only you came," I said quietly.
The air suddenly went silent. Asher's expression softened for an instant, but quickly returned to calm.
He picked up his jacket and walked toward the door, but stopped with his hand on the handle.
"Sienna." He didn't turn around. "How did you get those injuries?"
I lowered my eyes, my fingertips unconsciously tracing the needle mark on my arm.
"If I told you..." I looked up with a pale smile, "that Derek drew my blood for Rachel, would you believe me?"
Asher's silhouette went rigid.
His thumb brushed across my forehead, touching scorching heat.
Only then did I belatedly feel a wave of dizziness. Asher's face in front of me seemed to split into double vision.
I instinctively grabbed his sleeve, but he caught my wrist in return.
"Don't move." His voice remained cold and hard, yet his grip softened.
The car started again, this time heading to the nearest private hospital.
I leaned back in the seat as consciousness gradually blurred. I vaguely heard Asher on the phone: "...prepare fever reducers and IV fluids... Yes, now."
The neon lights outside the window became flowing streams of light. I suddenly remembered that rainy night from my past life—
Back then, I had also lain there shivering cold in a pool of blood, while Asher held me, his voice trembling as he called my name.
"...Sienna?"
The voice in reality pulled me back. Asher had already parked and was frowning at me.
"Can you walk on your own?"
I wanted to say I was fine, but the moment I moved, everything went black and my limbs went weak.
The next second, I was swept up in his arms. Asher's scent enveloped me completely.
"Troublesome," he muttered under his breath, yet held me tighter.
In the VIP room, the doctor had just finished his examination.
"Her temperature has reached 39.5 degrees. She needs to stay for observation." The doctor adjusted his glasses.
"Also..." He hesitated, glancing toward Asher.
Asher understood and followed the doctor into the hallway.
"Miss Sienna has fresh needle marks on her arm. From their position and condition, it looks like blood was forcibly drawn recently." The doctor lowered his voice. "She also has multiple bruises and soft tissue injuries that appear recent."
"No matter how clumsy someone might be in daily life, they couldn't get hurt this badly. So from a medical standpoint, I find this... rather abnormal."
Asher's gaze instantly turned ice-cold.
When he returned to the room, I had fallen into a semi-conscious state, my pale face flushed with unnatural fever.
The nurse was setting up my IV. The moment the needle pierced my vein, I unconsciously flinched.
Asher stood beside the bed, his gaze falling on my exposed arm—where besides the fresh needle mark, there were several scabbed-over scratches, as if I'd been roughly pressed against the ground.
His knuckles made a soft "crack."
"Derek..." I suddenly murmured in my dreams, "Why did you..."
Asher's expression turned ice-cold again. He turned to leave, but a burning hand caught his palm.
"Asher..." My voice was light as a sigh, "Don't go..."
His steps halted.
Moonlight leaked through the curtain gaps, falling across my sweat-dampened forehead. Asher watched in silence for a long time, then finally sat back down in the bedside chair.
I dreamed I had returned to my past life.
Derek walked past me with Rachel in his arms, not even sparing me a glance. Lucien and the others offered fake comfort while secretly mocking my foolish infatuation.
Finally came that car accident, blood spreading beneath me, while across the street, those four watched with cold indifference...
"No..." I struggled in the dream, "Don't..."
A cool hand suddenly pressed against my cheek.
"Sienna." Someone called my name, the voice deep and clear, "Wake up."
I snapped my eyes open to find Asher's face inches from mine.
In the morning light, his features were exceptionally sharp. His handsome face remained unchanged, but dark circles shadowed his eyes—clearly he hadn't slept all night.
"You..." My voice was terribly hoarse.
Asher withdrew his hand, his expression returning to its usual coldness. "The fever broke."
Only then did I notice the IV tape on the back of my hand, the empty medicine bottle hanging from the bedside stand, and a glass of warm water on the nightstand.
I suddenly felt my eyes grow hot. In my past life, even when I was at my sickest, Derek was too busy with Rachel to send even a single text of concern.
"Thank you," I said softly.
Asher was fastening his cufflinks. At my words, his movements paused. "No need."
Without looking up, he said, "During our engagement, I'm responsible for ensuring your health."
I smiled, not calling out his contradiction between words and actions.
I noticed his suit jacket draped carelessly over the sofa, still wrinkled from where I'd clutched it.
"I had a beautiful dream," I suddenly said. "I dreamed everyone abandoned me."
Asher looked at me. "Are you brain-damaged from the fever? How is that—"
"Only you came," I said quietly.
The air suddenly went silent. Asher's expression softened for an instant, but quickly returned to calm.
He picked up his jacket and walked toward the door, but stopped with his hand on the handle.
"Sienna." He didn't turn around. "How did you get those injuries?"
I lowered my eyes, my fingertips unconsciously tracing the needle mark on my arm.
"If I told you..." I looked up with a pale smile, "that Derek drew my blood for Rachel, would you believe me?"
Asher's silhouette went rigid.
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