Sam Bennett’s and Paxton Gibson’s so-called love for me had never been real. Everything had been for one purpose, and that was to give Georgina Summers a healthy heart.
All this time, I thought I had finally found happiness, but in reality, Paxton had another woman in mind.
“Leah?”
Paxton had finished his call and was now standing at the door, looking at me in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
Snapping out of my daze, I quickly pointed to the plate in my hands, forcing a smile. “I… I brought you some fruits.”
His eyes darkened slightly, studying me seriously for a moment before his gaze dropped to my left hand. I thought he was suspicious of me.
Instead, he took my hand and frowned. “You cut yourself. Why didn’t you say anything?”
I blinked and looked toward the hand he was holding. Only then did I notice the thin red scratch on my index finger. I had no idea when it had happened.
Paxton sighed. “You’re always so careless. Next time, let me do it.”
Setting the fruit aside, he pulled me to the living room to tend to my wound. He carefully applied a bandage, his touch gentle. However, my mind was still ringing with the words I had just heard. Everything felt surreal.
His eyes were warm and full of affection as he looked at me. “Does it hurt?”
I couldn’t reconcile this considerate, gentle man with the one who had just been discussing my fate so coldly.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you feel unwell?” He sounded concerned.
I shook my head. “No, I just didn’t sleep well last night. I feel a little dizzy.”
He rubbed my head, his voice soft with worry. “I’ve told you many times not to stay up late. Now you’re suffering for it.”
Was he only concerned about my health to make sure Georgina’s new heart would be in perfect condition?
“I know. I’ll sleep early tonight,” I replied with a smile.
Satisfied, Paxton walked me back to my room before returning to his study.
The moment he left, my smile faded. A dull ache spread through my chest—a painful reminder of the truth I had just uncovered. My whole body felt cold as I sat there and stared blankly at the framed photo on my nightstand.
