I gasped as I took a step in, the wind being knocked out of my lungs as I took in the image before me.
Ethan was there in the hospital bed, bruised black and blue from head to bottom. He had a gigantic bandage wrapped around his head and a bandage wrapped around his stomach where he was stabbed. He was like a cat having nine lives. Always getting into trouble, then barely escaping it with his life hanging in a thread.
Ethan chuckled as he saw my horrified expression while I stood there frozen with fear. I blinked my eyes rapidly in a bid to calm myself down while the rotten bastard continued to laugh cheekily at my stunned and dazed expression.
Mr Eric, Ethan’s producer stood up as he saw me enter, then seeing me in a state of panic, rubbed my shoulders gently and murmured, “The surgery
