Heart Stolen by A Heartless Man

Rowan froze.

Was he proposing?

That was too fast, wasn't it?

Seeing that she froze, Greyson laughed, "What's wrong? Don't you want to? The doctor has examined me and the injuries I have suffered are not serious. You don't have to worry about my health..." "I'm not, not..." Rowan said breathlessly, "I'm not unwilling..."

"I know that too. My proposal was so sudden." Greyson smiled, "I'll be sure to propose properly when I recover and get out of hospital."

Rowan lowered her eyes, "Okay."

After spending some more time with Greyson, Rowan found an excuse to leave.

As soon as she left the hospital, she called Finnley. Seeing that the two of them were communicating well just now, Finnley had left first, "Mr. Morgan."

"Rowan," Finnley's voice was laced with laughter, "How are you and Greyson getting on? Did it make you change your mind?"

"Greyson just asked me to marry him." Rowan said, "I'm utterly convinced that he really has a memory lapse."

"What? He..." Finnley couldn't help but laugh out loud, "What did you think of that?"

"I'm a little scared. After all ... in case he regains his memory ..." Rowan bit her lip.

"Don't be afraid." Finnley said, "The doctor has said that he won't regain his memory as long as he isn't stimulated, doesn't go to familiar places, or is not guided by professional therapy."

Listening to what he said, Rowan was somewhat reassured. But she felt a chill down her back, "Mr. Morgan, he is your son."

Had he even disregarded his son for the sake of the union?

"I know. But I'm only doing this for his good, and for Morgan family's good." Finnley said, "You don't know what he did for that woman in the first place ... Alas, I'd better not say anything. Why would I mention that woman on this great day..."

Rowan tried to squeeze out a smile, "Well Mr. Morgan, it's all up to you to arrange it then."

"You're willing to marry Greyson? You don't care about what happened before?" Finnley asked.

"Well, after all, I do know that it is best for Porter family to connect with the Morgan family by marriage. And ..." Rowan paused. Her face was a little red, "Greyson is a great man."

"Hahahaha, good! Don't worry, Rowan. I'll make sure you have the grandest wedding ever!" Finnley said with satisfaction.

Rowan hung up the phone and exhaled a sigh of relief.

In the ward.

Greyson looked out of the window at the trees with boredom.

He seemed to have just been too impulsive. Why had he suddenly proposed to Rowan?

Although he did want to marry her, this was too sudden...

Greyson thought again of Rowan's blushing face just now. He always felt something out of place...

Strange! When he touched Rowan, he felt out of place, and when he saw her, he felt out of place too. What was the reason for this?

Had the car accident really given him some kind of after-effects?

Greyson shook his head and closed his eyes with annoyance.

Looking at the hospital gown he was wearing, Hattie smiled a little helplessly towards Jensen.

"What are you smiling at?" Jensen said, "Are you not feeling well?"

Hattie shook her head. The poison hadn't kicked in in the last few days.

Maybe it was because she hadn't been running around and had a good rest?

"That's good." Jensen sighed in relief, "You're so skinny. I'll have to get you to eat more in the future."

"You can cook?" Hattie was surprised.

"Well, I can. But it might not taste very good." Jensen laughed, "As long as you don't mind."

"How could I mind? I couldn't be happier!" Hattie grinned.

"Then you can wait until tonight for the big dinner I'm cooking." Jensen smiled and stroke her hair gently, "But I can only make something light ..."

"That's okay. I'd like something light right now." Hattie said, "Thank you."

"No, it's not. I'd cook for you for the rest of my life if you want." Jensen said.

Hattie's smile froze at the corners of her mouth.

Looking at her expression, Jensen sighed helplessly, "Alright, I won't say anymore."

It seemed he was in too much of a hurry after all!

But he couldn't help it if he wasn't in a hurry... All he could think about now was desperately trying to show her how he felt.

He wanted her to see clearly who was the one who really had his heart for her.

So what if she was poisoned? So what if she was not in good health?

So long as it was her. He didn't want to bother with anything else.

She didn't know how much he loved her.

He'd loved her since a long, long time ago.

"It's okay." Hattie curled her lips, "I don't think I'll live very long in this life ... I'd certainly be happy if I could always eat your cooking." "What are you talking about!" Jensen's voice was suddenly frighteningly loud.

Hattie jumped in shock.

"No, I mean..." Jensen sighed at her startled look, "I'm sorry...

He looked her in the eyes, "I just wanted to say that you're sure to live a long life. So you need to stop saying those demoralizing things."