“Roxanne.”
Lucian couldn’t resist calling out to Roxanne, harboring a glimmer of hope that she would open her eyes and wake up upon hearing his voice.
Alas, there was no response from her even after his voice had rung out for a long time.
Boring his gaze into her, he leaned down and drew close to the woman on the hospital bed.
If she even had a shred of awareness, she would probably struggle to regain consciousness and spring away from him the instant she saw him approaching.
But this time, she lay there motionlessly and allowed him to draw so close to her that they were merely inches apart. Still, the tempo of her breathing didn’t even change.
Only then did Lucian realize that he hadn’t studied Roxanne in such close proximity in a long time.
Her features were still exquisite, but
