Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 191

Chapter 191: To hold you close Chapter 191: To hold you close Lucius’s eyes wide opened and he took a deep breath.

He heard the beeping sound of the machine and felt a strange ache in his entire body.

He looked around, finding the room only had a dim yellow light turned on.

“Layla,” he murmured hoarsely, the name escaping his lips like a prayer.

Panic began to bubble within him.

Struggling against the wires and mask tethering him to the bed, he pushed himself upright.

“Layla!

Layla!” His voice rose, filled with desperation as he clawed at the oxygen mask, pulling it away.

Outside the room, Roger, his ever-loyal confidant, heard the commotion.

Without hesitation, he slid the door open and was met with the sight of Lucius fumbling to yank the IV needle from his hand.

Roger rushed to his side, gripping his wrist firmly yet gently.

“Boss, please!

Calm down!” Roger urged, his voice laced with concern.

He pressed the call button on the wall to summon medical assistance.

Lucius’s piercing gaze locked onto Roger.

“Where’s Layla?

Is she alright?” he demanded.

Roger nodded reassuringly.

“Madam is fine, Boss.

She’s in the next room.

I’ll call her right away.” He carefully guided Lucius to reclined bed, gently putting the oxygen mask over his face.

Moments later, the nurse arrived, followed closely by the doctor overseeing Lucius’s care.

Roger stepped aside to make room, giving the doctor a respectful nod before slipping out of the room to deliver the news.

He strode briskly to the next room.

He opened the door to find Layla perched on a chair, her head resting against her folded arms on the bed.

“Layla!

Layla!” Roger called urgently.

Layla stirred immediately, her eyes fluttering open.

She had barely been asleep, her heart too burdened with worry to rest properly.

The moment his words registered, she bolted upright.

“He’s awake?” she asked breathlessly, already moving toward the door.

Roger intercepted her gently, raising a hand.

“The doctor is with him, checking his vitals.

They’ve asked for a moment before anyone enters,” he explained.

Her shoulders sagged in frustration, but she nodded, stepping toward the small circular window on the door.

Peering inside, she caught sight of Lucius sitting upright, his lips moving as he spoke with the doctor.

Relief coursed through her like a wave while her hand instinctively pressing against her chest as if to still her restless racing heart.

The nurse pushed the door open, stepping aside.

“You both can come in now,” she said softly.

Layla and Roger entered without hesitation.

The moment Layla’s eyes landed on Lucius, tears welled up, blurring her vision.

He was awake, his gaze steady on her, and the sight made her feel relief.

The doctor, standing near the bedside, acknowledged their presence with a small nod.

“Ah, Mrs.

Layla,” he began, his tone professional yet warm.

“There’s nothing critical to worry about at this stage.

Mr.

Lucius is stable for now.

I’ll conduct a thorough check-up in the morning.

Until then, only three visitors are allowed at a time, but I’d recommend just one person to stay with him overnight for his rest.” Layla nodded despite the emotions brimming within her.

“Thank you, Doctor,” she said with a faint, grateful smile.

As the doctor exited, Lucius extended his left arm, reaching out toward her.

The simple gesture pulled her closer like gravity.

She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed.

Without a word, she leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, holding him as if he might vanish if she let go.

Tears spilled down her cheeks, staining her flushed skin as she silently sobbed into his neck.

Her relief, fear, and love poured out in those quiet moments.

Her red, tear-streaked face buried against him.

Lucius rested his hand on her back, gently stroking it.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice heavy with guilt.

Though she hadn’t spoken a word of blame, he felt the weight of responsibility for her pain.

Layla shook her head against him, unable to form coherent words, her tears telling him more than she ever could.

For now, all that mattered was that he was here, alive, and in her arms.

Roger, sensing the need for privacy, stepped back discreetly.

“I’ll inform everyone about Boss’s recovery,” he said softly before leaving the room, giving them the space they so desperately needed.

Layla gently pulled back, her trembling fingers caressing Lucius’s cheeks.

Her touch was soft but laden with unspoken emotions.

His grip on her lower back tightened, pulling her closer until their lips met in a brief, tender kiss.

It was enough to convey the depth of their longing and relief.

“I was scared,” Layla whispered, her voice breaking as she glanced down at their entwined hands.

Lucius’s warm palm wrapped around her left hand.

“I’m sorry,” Lucius murmured.

But Layla shook her head firmly, her watery eyes meeting his.

“Don’t apologize,” she said, sniffing quietly before mustering a small, reassuring smile.

“You need to rest now.” Lucius reached up, his thumb gently wiping away the lingering tears on her cheeks.

“Sleep with me,” he said softly, his voice almost pleading.

“It’s hard to sleep alone.” Layla’s lips curved into a faint smile, the corners trembling slightly.

“You’ll be uncomfortable,” she replied, her tone gentle but teasing.

“I can sit on the chair.

Besides, I already rested earlier.” Lucius leaned forward, resting his forehead gently on Layla’s shoulder.

His warm breath brushed against her collarbone as he tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

“I want to hold you close,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

“The doctor won’t be back until morning.

No one’s here to see us.” A soft smile broke across Layla’s lips, her cheeks tinged with faint color.

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, studying his expression.

“Alright,” she said quietly, though a flicker of concern crossed her face.

“But first, tell me-how’s your arm?

Does it hurt a lot?” Lucius glanced briefly at the arm that had been tethered to IVs and monitors earlier.

“Not much,” he replied, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“The drugs are doing their job.” She hummed thoughtfully, about to respond when Roger’s voice cut through the tender moment.

“Boss!

Your father wants to talk to you,” Roger announced as he stepped into the room.