AN UNEXPECTED GROOM

The car accident happened very quickly.

Christine was not only driving very fast, but she was not paying attention to her surroundings in her anxiety.

There weren’t many cars on this stretch of road. The traffic lights were broken and had not yet been repaired.

The truck driver in the left lane was driving and playing his music loudly. He didn’t pay attention to the intersection ahead and didn’t slow down. When he reacted, it was too late to brake.

The moment Roxane saw the car arriving, she didn’t even think about it as she wrapped Christine in her cardigan before hugging herself tightly with both hands.

Slam!

The sound of the collision was earth-shattering. Then, the world seemed to spin, and there seemed to be countless white lights.

Roxane closed her eyes tightly as a ringing echoed in her ears. She felt like her internal organs had been shaken and squeezed; it felt like they were going to explode.

Slam! Slam!

Two more sounds of thunder rang through the air.

She felt like she was coming down from the top of a mountain. She felt dizzy and nauseous.

The glass shattered before the heat from outside arrived, carrying away the smell of gasoline and blood.

Roxane was held in the seat by the seat belt. She turned her head and saw Christine, who was still wrapped in her cardigan. She cried out in a weak voice:

– Chris… tine…

She tried to move her hand but found that she had lost her strength. Her eyelids became increasingly heavy and she quickly lost consciousness.

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– No, don’t go, Christine!

Roxane screamed as she suddenly opened her eyes. She was panting heavily and her body was drenched in cold sweat.

– You’re awake ! Where do you feel bad? A low, hoarse voice filled with worry rang out.

Roxane turned to the side and saw Sebastien sitting at the head of the bed. His tie was loose and his shirt was wrinkled. His expression was icy, but his eyes were filled with tenderness and love.

– Mr. Seb… cried Roxane, seeming weak and pitiful. She didn’t seem to care about her injuries as she asked anxiously:

– Christine! How is Christine?

Before Sebastian could respond, an angry voice sounded from the other side of the room.

– If you have time to worry about others, you need to worry about yourself first.

Roxane turned to look at the source of the voice and saw Enzo leaning against the window with his arms crossed. Although nothing could be gleaned from his expression, his voice had already betrayed his anger.

She cried out, trembling:

– F-brother…

– Don’t call me ‘brother’. I’m afraid I’ll either be irritated to death by you or scared to death by you, Enzo said sadly.

Only heaven knew how he felt when he received the call about Roxane’s accident. It was no exaggeration to say that he felt like he was going to die of fear. How could she put herself in danger again and again? Was she not considering their feelings at all? He didn’t dare think about the consequences if something happened to him. He was worried and angry, and he didn’t care about other people’s lives at that time. He only cared about her.

Roxane’s eyes were moist. She pursed her lips, not daring to speak.

Sebastien gently wiped the sweat on his forehead with a piece of cloth, saying in a low voice:

– She just woke up. Don’t be angry with her.

Enzo scoffed and looked away.

Roxane wanted to sit up, but when she moved her right hand, she felt a shooting pain. When she looked down, she saw that her arm was tightly bandaged. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she choked out a cry:

– My arm…

– That’s no reason to worry. You just need to recover and everything will be fine, Sebastian said. He knew what she was worried about, so he added:

– The doctor said it won’t affect your painting in the future.

She sniffed.

– Really?

-When have I ever lied to you? Sebastien asked, gently patting her head to comfort her.

She sighed in relief. If she really couldn’t paint in the future, she really didn’t know what to do. After confirming that her arm was fine, she asked:

-And Christine?

She thought she should have successfully saved Christine.

Something flashed in Sebastian’s eyes as he said lightly:

– She’s in the next room. She is fine now.

– That’s great! It’s good that she’s okay. She breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t get rid of the heavy burden in her heart. She had been afraid of not being able to spare Sebastien the sadness if Christine died.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. It was Patrice. He looked at Sebastian meaningfully without saying anything.

– I’m going out for a while. Call me if you need anything, Sebastian said, gently stroking her face.

Although she felt safe with him by her side, she didn’t protest because she knew he was probably going to visit Christine. She said obediently:

– All right. Go and do what you have to do. My brother will take care of me.

Enzo scoffed.

– I do not care about you !

-…

“Are you my biological brother?”