Chapter 1207: 631: Extra: The Little White Rabbit Softened Her Heart_2

The voice abruptly cut off, Chester tightly clutching the ultrasound sheet. These were the things she told him while he was in a coma. At the time, he naturally couldn’t hear her words, but for some reason, they suddenly surged clearly into his mind at this moment...

No one had ever mentioned this to him. From the time he awoke from the coma to today, he had always thought that Rachel was the only child they had. He had never considered that she went through all this during her pregnancy...

A gripping pain seized his heart.

His expression turned very somber as he remembered the times he had dismissed her and the child.

Alice woke from her dream, feeling a profound sense of sorrow.

She had a dream...

In the dream, she was back in that sunflower field. Rachel was running freely among the flowers, and he held her from behind. She felt full of happiness, listening to him whisper sweet nothings in her ear...

Half-awake, she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a white ceiling, and she gradually realized that she was in a hospital.

"You’re awake..."

A low, magnetic voice came through.

Alice turned her head to look beside the bed. He was checking her temperature with his left hand. His serious expression eased upon feeling that her body temperature had returned to normal.

She heard him let out a sigh of relief and then say, "The fever has gone down."

Alice’s gaze fell on their interlocked fingers, her right hand still entwined with his. Even in her sleep, she felt the warmth of his palm, knowing he hadn’t left her side.

As she struggled to sit up, he quickly sat on the bed, supporting her to lean against him, their hands still entwined.

Though the fever had subsided, her head remained a bit fuzzy, but fortunately, her mind was clear.

Leaning against him, her voice was weak, "Am I in the hospital now?"

Chester nodded, "Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Taking her right hand, he gently kissed its back with tender affection.

The warmth of his lips was moist, infused with deep compassion.

"I just feel weak..." Alice said softly.

Chester smiled, "Of course you’re weak. You haven’t eaten anything in two days... I’ve asked the nurse to prepare some porridge. I’ll have the nurse bring it in now."

Only upon hearing this did she realize she was indeed hungry, her stomach felt utterly empty.

Chester released their tightly held hands, placed two pillows against the headboard, and cautiously helped Alice to lean back.

Watching his careful actions, Alice couldn’t help but recall her childhood.

Back then, she clung to him, though he mostly ignored her. She remembered every time she got sick, he would stay by her side. Once, she ran out in the sun and ended up with heatstroke. That day, he stayed by her side just like today, without leaving for a moment.

Her thoughts wandering, a nurse entered carrying a bowl of porridge.

Coming back to her senses, the aroma of the porridge whetted her appetite.

Chester sat on the edge of the bed, taking the porridge from the nurse. He considerately cooled it with a spoon.

She gazed at him, her heart’s hardened layer inexplicably beginning to melt away.

Once the porridge was cool, he said to her, "I’ll feed you."

Looking at his tender face, she wanted to nod, but reason snapped her back to reality.

She couldn’t do this; how could she indulge in his tenderness? She was about to marry Claud Laurence, she was Claud’s girlfriend; how could she linger with him... They had missed their chance, and it was impossible to go back.

Seeing her hesitation, he seemed to realize something. He placed the porridge on the bedside table and softly said to her, "I’ll go out for a smoke. You’re still on an IV, so it’s not convenient for you to drink by yourself. I’ll have the nurse feed you." With that, he stood up and left the ward.

Staring at his retreating figure, she felt as if her heart had been hollowed out.

Sitting on a chair on the hospital terrace, Chester’s handsome face was cold and deep.

Every word she had said to him in recent days echoed clearly in his ears...

Chester, do you know? What you’re saying now can’t move me in any way; instead, it disgusts me...

Chester... I don’t care one bit about what you’re saying now because I really don’t have any feelings for you anymore.

Why are you doing this to me? You ruined the first half of my life, do you also want to ruin the second half? Is it only when I live my whole life in pain that you’ll be satisfied?

In agony, he closed his eyes, tilting his head, and lit a cigarette.

The cigarette slowly burned between his fingers, ash falling into the ashtray, going from bright to extinguished.

He gazed at the dim ash lying in the ashtray, his eyes reflecting a bleakness.

Keith Antony had somehow appeared behind him, "Boss." Keith had been waiting outside the island.

Chester’s face had returned to its usual impassive calm, devoid of any expression.

With concern, Keith said, "How did this happen? How did Miss Alice have an accident on the island? Boss... have you and Miss Alice not yet..."

Keith actually wanted to ask if Chester and Alice had reconciled, but the current situation made him afraid to voice it.

Chester quietly instructed, "Call Claud Laurence, have him come pick up Alice."

Keith was stunned for a long moment, "Boss, you..." Was this the boss’s way of letting Miss Alice go?

Keith couldn’t believe it. He thought Chester brought Alice to Foam Island to win her over, but the situation now was...

Faced with Keith’s astonishment, Chester’s face remained expressionless. He stood up from the terrace, and as he began to walk away, he said to the dumbfounded Keith, "Buy a phone for Alice; hers is broken."

Keith snapped out of his stupor, nodding, "Yes."

Back in the ward, he didn’t enter, just stood by the window.

The nurse was feeding Alice porridge. She was indeed famished, as more than half of the porridge from the insulated container on the bedside table was already gone.