Seeing this, Isabelle's face turned pale white. She bit her bottom lip and asked in a low voice, "Was it when you came to rescue me? Was that when you got injured?"
They were filming a modern drama, so there weren't any fighting scenes. The only thing that could have injured him was when he grazed himself whilst catching her as she fell off the swing...
Isabelle suddenly thought back to the look Alexander had given her that day when she opened her eyes. Those eyes had been filled with worry and confusion. However, his expression changed very quickly, and so she wasn't quite sure. Deep down, she was a little doubtful, but now, seeing that he had injured his back, the absolute doubt and struggle that she had tried hard to forget, her inner most feelings resurfaced once again...
Alex... did he... care a bit about her deep down inside? Or else, why would he sacrifice himself to save her?
Her heart was confused. Her intuition told her that she guessed correctly, but she was also afraid that she was just over-thinking things. In her heart, she thought about it for a long time. By the end, she couldn't help but gently lift her eyelids to look up at the side of Alexander's face. She carefully worded her question and asked, "That day, why did you save me?"
Alexander's fingers trembled lightly as he tried to grab Isabelle's hands. He tightly grasped and let go again... he let go and grasped again tightly. In the end, he fell back on the bed without a sound. After staying silent for a long while, he then shut his eyes and masked his emotions, then said in a flat tone, "If anything unfortunate were to really happen to you on set, there's no way I could explain it to James."
Why did he save her? He loved her so much... How could he let her get hurt right in front of him?
He thought... the most depressing thing in the world was probably this. He clearly cared about her, which is why he was so selflessly brave. However, he could only find a reasonable excuse to make himself look like he didn't care.
So he actually saved her, all because of his brother... Isabelle was disappointed, but she still let out an "Oh" to say she understood.
Alexander didn't make a sound.
After staying silent for a long time, Isabelle then remembered why she was here. She looked at the wound on Alexander's back. She wanted to reach over to touch it but was afraid to hurt him. Eventually, she pulled her fingers back and asked in gentle voice, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Alexander's hand tightly grasped the bedding.
Doesn't it hurt?
They were such simple words, but to him, they were what he had once craved.
Because he had a bone marrow transplant when he was young, his health was abnormally weak. After his mother passed away, how could a child only ten years old look after himself. He would often have a cold or get a fever.
When he went to the clinic, he would see other children his age treated like gems by their parents, but he would forever be alone. Back then, he was young and craved attention. Even though his mother told him that his father and the Williams family had nothing to do with him, he still ran over to the Williams family's apartment block doors with a fever. Hoping to get just a little of his father's attention... no... just to be seen, he waited at the doorstep for a very long time before his father finally came to him. But before he could speak, his father furrowed his brows and asked with a dark look, "Who allowed you to come here? Leave!"
His father didn't even look at him but walked into the office block. To his father, Alexander was of no relation to him, as if he was a stranger.
There was practically no one who cared if he suffered when he was sick, if he was injured and in pain to the point where he felt that he could never feel suffering or pain.
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Bringing the Nation's Husband HomeRomance
"Don't touch me when we're out in public." "Don't openly say that I am your wife." "Don't let people know that you and I live together." Alexander and Isabelle were forced to marry as a result of their parents' arrangements. Isabelle thought their...