Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 103: Chapter 103

Victor Whitmore swallowed hard, rendered momentarily speechless by Simon's pointed remark.
He knew perfectly well that he and Elena Bennett were finished, yet for some reason the sight of her in this state still set his nerves on fire.
'She's cozying up to Simon on purpose—just to spite me,' Victor thought, anger coiling in his chest.
Victor fixed Elena with a heavy stare. "Elena Bennett, is this how you plan to get back at me?" he asked.
Elena blinked, completely at a loss. "Get back at you how?" she asked.
Victor gave a curt snort. "Don't play dumb—you know exactly what I mean."
Elena replied, "I honestly don't. Could you clarify, President Whitmore?"
Victor glanced at Simon, clearly itching to explain, yet the words stalled on his tongue.
Simon's patience evaporated. In a voice as dark as a thundercloud he growled, "The Marketing Department's proposal for next month still isn't done, yet you're here stirring up trouble—are you really that idle?"
Victor pressed his lips together. "Understood, Uncle. I'll go back at once," he muttered.
Elena started, "Victor, you—"
Simon cut her off. "What, can't bear to see him leave? Miss him that much?"
Elena froze. "No, I—" she began.
All she wanted was for him to stop bothering her—nothing more.
Simon's expression darkened; he tucked the blanket higher around her and ordered in a low voice, "Close your eyes and sleep."
Elena looked up at him. "Aren't you going home?" she asked.
"The old man told me to look after you—want me to go back and get thrashed?" Simon replied dryly.
"It's really fine. I can talk to Grandpa—" Elena began.
"Quiet," Simon snapped, his chilly gaze silencing her at once.
Elena didn't dare utter another word.
By the time the IV finished, dusk had fallen, and Victor escorted her to the Lab Testing Department for a blood draw.
Ever since childhood Elena had dreaded needles; the mere sight of a syringe made her tense with fear.
Yet after more than a year of abuse, she had learned to endure—no terror could rival those memories.
She rolled up her sleeve and sat by the window. The moment the doctor produced the syringe, a broad hand slipped over her eyes.
An arm drew her into a firm, protective embrace.
A cool sandalwood scent and solid warmth surrounded her, as if she'd been pulled into a secluded, gentle harbor.
Elena heard the nurse chuckle; then Simon said, "She's afraid of needles."
Elena's heart jumped.
How did he even notice?' she wondered.
She never felt the prick; Simon was already pressing a cotton ball to her wrist.
"You two are such a loving couple," the nurse teased.
Elena flushed, about to explain, but Simon spoke first. "Thank you," he said.
The nurse's eyes sparkled. "Not married yet, are you?"
"No," Simon answered.
"Well, then, may you wed soon and have beautiful babies—both of you are stunning; you should have a whole brood!" the nurse laughed.
Her words grew increasingly outrageous; Elena nearly choked on her own saliva.
"Thanks—we certainly will," Simon replied. He lifted her back into the wheelchair and pushed her to the room.
"Why didn't you clear things up just now?" Elena asked.
"If you think I robbed you of something, feel free to take it back," Simon said evenly. "Otherwise, what have you lost?"
Elena was left without a comeback.
Simon stayed at the hospital with her until late.
Seeing him curled awkwardly on the sofa, she couldn't help saying, "You don't have to do this. I know I saved you when we were kids, but that was ages ago—I don't need you to repay me."
The room was dim. Simon lay silent on the sofa, yet Elena sensed he was displeased.
"I mean, I've forgotten all about it. You really don't need to keep it in mind," she added.