Luke turned his head to notice Angelia rushing towards him. Seeing that, Mona humbly excused herself, wanting to provide them some personal space, even though she didn't want to leave Luke just yet. Not when, he just barely survived.
"Luke…" Angelina's voice was thick with emotion. She stared at him with an intensity worth noticing. Taking the space beside him on the bed, she touched his forehead.
The way his head was bandaged, laced with spots of blood, stirred the utmost anger inside her. She caught Luke looking at her, and for some reason, she felt wary of herself, even though it was he who was vulnerable. Why? Because he was the only person who made her succumb to him.
Mona noticed from a distance the romantic tension between them, and a smile tugged her lips at the thought of her son getting engaged. A sigh left her lips, and she was about to exit fully from the room when—
