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Chapter 269

The doctor and nurses swarmed into the room and rushed toward Mila’s bed. Nathan was squeezed
out as they hurriedly performed check-ups on her.
They checked her eyes, her blood pressure, and her
electrocardiogram. They also tested her motor reflexes and asked about various symptoms.
Mila answered all their questions seriously, letting them know where she felt unwell.
After a series of checks, she realized that Nathan was no longer in the room. She glanced around as
the doctors left the room, leaving the nurses behind to take care of her.
The voices of Nathan and the doctor rang out from the door. “The patient appears to be doing better.
Her bodily functions are quite good too.
“Although there was blunt trauma to the head, she seems to be thinking clearly. There shouldn’t be any
complications post-recovery.”
“She seems to have regained her memories, is this normal?” Nathan
asked.
The doctor looked glad.
“It’s possible that the external impact shifted some of the nerves, thus repairing the man-made damage
that was previously present. It’s a good thing she regained her memories, let’s continue observing her
for a bit.”
“Alright, thank you,” Nathan responded.
After the doctor left, Nathan sat on the chair by the wall and gradually
shut his eyes. He collected his thoughts while he leaned against the backrest.
Naturally, he was happy that Mila was awake. He was inexplicably overjoyed.
However, after she’d gotten her memories back, would she still be the same woman who said she liked
him and wanted to marry him?
After a while, the last nurse in the room left. Only then did he slowly stand up and walk back into the
room.
He shut the door behind him and looked toward Mila who was on the bed.
Mila was sitting upright on the bed, leaning against a huge pillow.
There was a light flush of color on her face. Her eyes were clear and bright as they looked calmly into
his.
Her gaze was gentle yet distant. They were no longer timid or insecure and now looked more confident
and calm.
Nathan’s heartbeat quickened, and anxiety started brewing within him. He walked over slowly and
pulled a chair over to sit in front of
her.
Her eyes and lips curved up into a light smile. She stared wordlessly at him.
He cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, “Are you feeling unwell anywhere at all?”
“I’m alright, just a bit exhausted,” she replied unhurriedly.
His hands rubbed on his thighs subconsciously. He lowered his head and drew a deep breath. He then
looked up again as though he was mustering up courage. “Are your memories back?” he asked.
She pursed her lips and nodded.
“Do you have anything to say to me?” He was so nervous his chest.
ached.
Mila stared at him with a resigned gaze. After an extended period of time, she still didn’t say a word.
Nathan shot her a bitter smile and calmed himself. “That’s alright. You just woke up so your body must
still be weak. Get some rest, I’ll have someone send over some food that’s easy to stomach in a bit.”
Her voice was weak and laced with guilt. “I’m sorry, Nate.”
Nathan’s fist slowly tightened. That was the last thing he wanted to hear from her. Anything was better
than an apology.
No matter when an apology could only mean one thing-She was about to do something that made her
feel sorry for him.
She lowered her head and continued, “To be honest, I really didn’t
as
know that you’ve liked me since we were little. I only treated your the boy next door, that’s why I didn’t
contact you for ten years. That was my opinion.”
With a bitter smile on his face, he stayed quiet.
He’d guessed earlier on and mentally prepared himself for this answer. However, he didn’t expect it to
still hurt him when she actually said it.
He leaned back against the backrest of the chair. His hands were on his thighs. His face was grim, and
his voice was solemn yet gentle as
he asked, “Do you still remember everything that has happened in the last three years?”
Mila nodded.