The hospital in the early morning was very quiet. The floor where Jack lived was the VIP intensive care unit, so it was even more quiet. When I pushed open the door to Jack's ward, he was sitting on the bed looking at a contract. The early morning sunlight was very soft, and the sunlight hitting Jack's face seemed to add a layer of soft light filter to him, making him look more gentle and elegant. Hearing my voice, he quickly stuffed the contract under the pillow. I pretended not to see it. I never asked about his company, so I wouldn't ask about anything he didn't want me to know. Jack raised a smile. He seemed to have lost weight in the past two days. His fair face turned transparent in the sunlight, but the gentle smile on the corners of his brows and eyes made his sick face more calm and peaceful. "You're here, Katherine. " His eyes were very gentle: "You've worked hard these days, didn't you sleep well last night? You look tired. I quickly covered the darkness under my eyes, waved my hand and said, "No, it's just that I got up earlier, don't worry. Jack suddenly took my hand and brought me to the bed. His eyes fell softly on my slightly haggard face, and I bowed my head a little embarrassedly. Every time I'm alone with Jack, it makes me feel inexplicably shy. I assumed this is the feeling of love. Jack looked at me tenderly. He raised his hand and stroked my cheek gently, his movements weresoft and nostalgic, "You have been taking care of me these days, you have lost a lot of weight. Seeing you like this mske me feel really guilty, I should be the one taking care of you. My cheeks that he touched instantly flushed, "Jack, don't say that. You've been taking care of us all these years, and I'm taking care of you now, as it should be. I looked up at Jack, thinking about what Athan Buffay asked me last night

Maybe, I love Jack, this feeling I have ab out him, this could be love. As I was convincing myself, Jack let go of my hand as if he was stung by a bee, and his expression turned cold: "Just take care of yourself, I'm tired, I need to rest for a while. " Then he closed his eyes. I stood up, covered him with the quilt, and wal ked out the door gently. I didn't see that, behind me, Jack opened his eyes and looked at me with a little tearful nostalgia. Closing the door to the ward, I sighed softly. Athan Buffay has already agreed to donate bone marrow, and th e operation will come ten days later, everything is going in a good direction, but my heart is not relaxed. I don't know why, I have a vague feeling in my heart that everything can't go back to the way it used to be. For the next few days, I gave the children's nanny time off, and then I was at home to take care of Mike and Lily. Every morning I would prepare breakfast for the kids, take them to school, and then go to the hospital with Jack. We often sat quietly infront of each other, each reading a book, and I enjoyed such quiet moments. In the early evening , I would pick the kids up to see their Jack Papa at the hospital. The kids sometimes pester Jack to read them storybooks and sometimes perform dances they learned at school. Everything is fine , these are what I have been wanted. I wanted to tell myself that, b ut I always knew that it was all just a serenity on the surface. Every night when I go to sleep, I dream of the female werewolf who was always trying to talk to me, but I could never hear her. Sometimes I dreamed of Athan Buffay. He was no longer the tall, invincible person he used to be. In my dre ams, he was pale and weak. He looked at me with affectionate eyes, with endless nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes. I watched him say goodbye to me again and again in my dreams, and then woke up in tears. The dream became clearer and more real, and the unease I suppressed in my heart became stronger. But I always console myself, that's Athan Buffay, the strongest man I kn ow

How could anything happen to him? . Then just three days later, that ominous p remonition came true. That day, I turned on the radio in the car after dropping my t wo children to school as usual. "Crescent, the city's largest security company, had a serious explosion last night. The specific location of the explosion was the underground parking lot of the company's building. It is reported that the com pany's president at the time of the incident, Athan Buffay, one of the city's youngest billionaires, was in Inside the parking lot. We have not been able to get in touch with Mr. Buffay so far. At present, the police have analyzed that the explosion may be a terrorist attack, and an investigation team has been established for this matter. Please listen to the statement of the person in charge of the police below. There was a screeching sound as the tires rubbed against the ground, the car behind me honked its horn to urge me forward, and someone seemed to be knocking on the wi ndow to ask about my condition. But I couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything. Something happened to Athan Buffay! Just like what happened in my dream. I tried to take out my phone from my bag, but my hands were shaking and I couldn't even op en the bag. I took a deep breath and finally got my phone and called Athan Buffay. "The phone you dia led is off, please try again later. The cold sound of the machine was like a blade stabbing my eardrum, and my h eart was beating wildly. What do I do? . No, no, Athan Buffay is so powerful, he ca n't die. I started the car again, turned t he car around and drove towards the villa. Athan Buff ay, please be okay