?<strong>Chapter 452:</strong>


    “I don’t have to deal with your family,” he replied coldly. “Especially not you.”


    With that, he strode past her and exited.


    M stood there, confused. Did Adrian really have such deep feelings for Joelle? Why did Joelle possess everything, including a steadfast and devoted man like him? She couldn’t understand it, nor could she bring herself to ept the harsh reality.


    Adrian entered the elevator, but when the doors opened, he was momentarily stunned.


    Joelle sat in a wheelchair, her eyes devoid of life. Upon catching sight of him, she was momentarily taken aback, but then a delicate smile graced her lips.


    “Joelle, you’re awake?”


    Joelle’s speech had not fully regained rity, but she nodded slowly.


    Joelle had woken up just ten minutes ago. The doctor was visibly excited upon hearing the news.


    Within five minutes of her awakening, her room was filled with leading specialists from multiple departments, all eager to assess her condition. They bombarded her with questions, to which Joelle responded with subtle gestures—nodding or shaking her head.


    Once they confirmed her physical well-being, the doctors were in awe, dering her recovery nothing short of miraculous. Some were even moved to tears. If Joelle hadn’t awakened, Adrian would have done anything, even buying the hospital itself, to stay by her side.


    The attending doctor rmended a CT scan. Despite Joelle regaining consciousness, the possibility of hidden internal injuries still loomed. As a seasoned physician, he had seen many patients who, after showing signs of improvement, tragically passed away the very next day. Therefore, a thorough examination for Joelle was crucial.


    Before crossing paths with Adrian, Joelle was floating in a haze, ensconced in a wheelchair as she was wheeled from one test to another, too disoriented to resist. She was struggling to make sense of the overwhelming flood of information upon waking when the elevator doors opened, revealing Adrian.


    Suddenly, a torrent of memories surged through her—recent events intertwined with sweet words and enchanting melodies that had danced through her dreams. It was Adrian who had summoned her back to consciousness.


    She had awakened,pelled by the need to escape the haunting echo of Adrian’s voice,den with deep, aching longing.


    Adrian stepped out of the elevator. Life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.


    He refrained from touching Joelle, mindful of her potential injuries. Instead, he held onto the armrest of her wheelchair, his gaze unwavering and filled with concern. “Joelle, you’re really awake?”


    Joelle’s lips stirred, but her voice was barely a whisper.


    In the next moment, she reached for Adrian’s wrist and turned his hand palm up.


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