Heart Stolen by A Heartless Man

Rowan had always been held in high regard all her life.

She had been courted by countless people, but she had ignored them all.

Greyson was the first person to do this to her.

How in the world could anyone not like her?

She was the most perfect woman in every sense of the word!

When she was first told that she was to be joined in marriage to Greyson, she was satisfied.

After all, it was thought that only such a man would be worthy of her.

But when Greyson annulled the marriage with her, she didn't know how she felt.

Upset? Irritated? Shame?

In short, all her bad emotions came out.

Her pride did not allow her to make any move to retain him.

But when she got home and calmed down, she was very uncomfortable inside.

Why should she be abandoned by him?

If she was to be abandoned, she should be the one to do it!

The imbalance in her heart felt as if it was about to consume her.

She had been unable to eat or sleep for the past few days. It was all because of that man!

But then she got a call from Finnley today.

Finnley had said that Greyson's memory was faulty and he had mistaken her for that woman?

How ridiculous! So much for his love.

In that case...

Rowan collected her thoughts and looked at the man in the hospital bed. She went up to him and took his hand, "I'm not hard. As long as you're okay." Although this gave her the feeling of winning without a fight, she couldn't care anymore about that at the moment.

Greyson felt her touch and the warmth of her skin, but he felt a little strange. He even subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back.

But he resisted.

He reassured himself that maybe he was only like this because of the aftermath of the car accident.

It didn't matter! As long as he had spent enough time with Rowan, it must have been fine.

With that in mind, he held Rowan's hand tightly and smiled at her.

Finnley stood aside. Watching the intimate interaction between the two, he nodded in satisfaction. He couldn't stop the smile on the corner of his mouth.

...

Jensen brought Hattie to the hospital.

The doctor examined her carefully but was silent with a frown.

The two of them looked at each other. They both saw unease in each other's eyes.

The doctor spoke slowly, "I've never seen such a strange toxin before. There is nothing we can do to treat it at the moment. But we may be able to extend Miss Moss's life span through conditioning." "Extend her life span?" Jensen's eyes widened, "How long does she ... have ..."

He was about to ask but stopped when he realized Hattie was still beside him.

Hattie just smiled, "That's okay, Jensen. I want to know the answer too."

"No more than six months." The doctor said, "But with conditioning, Miss Moss can still live longer. I'm not sure how long it can be extended, but... it's always better to be alive, right?" Hattie lowered her eyes, "Let me think about it."

"Hattie, what are you thinking about? Of course, I want you to survive." Jensen frowned, "Don't you think about anything else."

Hattie smiled helplessly.

Seeing her expression, Jensen said, "There is no need to think about it. Just let her be conditioned. Please help her to live as long as she can."

"I know." The doctor nodded, "Go ahead and check in. It will be easier for us to do the tests and treatment. We can also save her in time if there is anything wrong with her." "Jensen ... I don't want to be hospitalized...," Hattie said.

"Good girl." Jensen stroked her hair heartily, "It's for your good. When you get better, I'll go with you wherever you want to go."

Hattie was stunned, then smiled bitterly.

Get better?

Would she ever get better?

Rowan sat in the chair by the hospital bed reading the newspaper while Greyson lay on the bed watching her.

"What are you always looking at me for?" Rowan couldn't ignore his burning gaze, so she asked as she put the paper down helplessly and looked at him.

"You're pretty." Greyson raised an eyebrow, "Why do I feel like you are so good looking when I wake up and see you?"

"Didn't I used to be good looking?" Rowan feigned being angry, "I've always been like that."

"You used to be ...," Greyson was stunned.

If he had been asked to think of the old her, he couldn't have thought of it.

The memory of her face was a blur.

Rowan saw that he seemed to be thinking back, so she said, "If you can't think of anything, just don't think anymore. Do you want to watch TV?"

As Rowan interrupted him, Greyson did as he was told and stopped thinking. He turned his head and met her eyes, "I don't want to watch TV. I just want to see you."

His eyes were deep, and he was staring at her so intently.

Rowan couldn't help but flush. She tilted her head to avoid his gaze.

"You're shy?" Greyson's voice rang out with a laugh.

"I'm not!" Rowan retorted, "There's nothing to be ashamed of..."

She just didn't want to admit that she'd been flirted by this man so quickly!

Why was she blushing and flustered when he had just said some gentle words and stared at her intently for a moment?

Looking at her like this, Greyson smiled, "Rowan, after I recover and get out of the hospital, we'll get married, okay?"