“Will… Will Klaus be fine?” The instant he strolled away from the emergency ward and towards the metallic bench further in the hallway, she questioned while standing up.
Those blue eyes of hers were so glassy, and although they were overly gorgeous, the sadness blended with guilt was excessive.
Tessa hated herself.
Her suggestion to make dinner led to this bullshit — because of her, Klaus got shot in the chest.
The chest of all places.
During the ride to the hospital, wild thoughts incessantly roamed through her head — what if the bullet damaged his heart?
It was frightening.
Klaus had been rushed to the emergency ward, and being his employer, Doreen went ahead to speak with the doctors. It had been roughly half an hour, yet Tessa felt like a decade had passed due to the anxiety cir
