After a long anxious wait, the light of the operating theater door was turned off in the end.
Doris had finished her operation.
Lying on the bed, Doris was pushed out by the doctor. When he saw Doris's pale and haggard face afar, Adrian's heart ached immensely.
“Doris, how are you feeling now?”
But she did't reply him. Then Adrian kept shouting Doris’s name anxiously, hoping she could say a word to him.
“President Simmonds, Miss. Gatti just got the operation. And she won't wake up so soon. Please don’t worry. You may go back and have a rest first.”
“No,” Adrian reached out his hand to hold onto Doris’s. “I will stay here with her. I'm not going anywhere before she wakes up.”
Doris was pushed back to her VIP ward. Adrian then sat at the edge of the bed. He looked at unconscious Doris
