Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman novel Chapter 183

Jean's fervent whispering to Moore sounded like a prayer being carried on the hushed winds of the night. The graphite black night absorbed her hope and the silence engulfed her whispers.

The sleeping caregiver woke up. She tiptoed to Jean and said: "You can go rest for some time. I will be here until then."

Jean gazed at Moore and shook her head: "I don't want to sleep. You go rest."

A strange single-mindedness possessed Jean. She couldn't take her eyes away from Moore, let alone get up from there. Seeing this, the caregiver relented and went back to sleep in the chair.

The ward was noiseless again. Moore had given Jean no reaction and she felt her spirits low.

"Moore, I have said so much. Haven't you heard any of it? Or do you like to be a deserter and abandon your life?"

Jean's tone was angry and desperate. "You are a man. How can you be irresponsible? Do you know how disappointing you are to those who love you? It was just a car accident but you can't stand it now? There are so many misfortunes and sufferings that we have to experience in our life. If you are really depressed, then you will never wake up. If you are prone to desert or want to desert all your life, this is when you will really desert the world."

Jean's heart beat rapidly and tears flooded her face.

'Yes, I know I am a deserter when I distance myself from the problems Zed and I have.

I am the real deserter! I am the real deserter! I know.

If Zed has really fallen in love with the other woman, I have to face this problem sooner or later. Evasion won't solve it.'

"Who tells you… that I'm a deserter…"

A weak, hoarse voice rang out. Jean, who was crying, immediately widened her eyes with shock and looked at the young face.

Seeing Moore blink, Jean was zapped and didn't know how to react.

"You… you…" Jean was dumbfouned. Moore was looking at her questioningly.

"I have woken up… It proves that I'm not a deserter…" Moore let out a groan as he felt his whole body torn into several tiny parts.

"Doctor… doctor…" Jean finally came to her senses. Immediately, she let go of Moore's hand and ran to the caregiver, shaking her up from her sleep: "Call the doctor… He has woken up…"

The caregiver looked around in confusion. Processing what Jean had just said, she quickly looked at Moore.

'Oh, the patient has finally woken up.'

She let out a sigh of relief and rushed outside.

Jean grew conscious that only Moore and she were in the ward now. She looked at him in deep shame and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry…" Jean quickly rushed to Moore's side and apologized. "It was I who hit you with the car. I'm willing to take responsibility for any problems that you are facing because of me."

"Don't talk about it now…" Moore shook his head and said that sounded more like a whisper: "Could you… please help me pour a cup… of water?"

Moore looked at Jean and said with an abashed air. His head was entangled by the gauze, which made him look a tad funny.

"Okay, wait for a moment." Jean immediately felt sorry for not having her wits about her and quickly got up to pour some water.

Jean put the cup against his lips and help him finish. Sated, Moore sighed softly and felt himself improve.

The doctor on duty rushed in. After checking Moore's vitals, the doctor turned around and smiled. Jean was nervously waiting for the doctor to say something. "The patient is showing all signs that he is out of danger. As long as he is taken good care of and rests peacefully, he will be cured."

"Thank you, doctor." Jean's heart soared at the doctor's verdict. After a long wait and a tense period, Jean finally let out a big sigh of relief.

"You're welcome." After telling the caregiver about a few things that she had to heed to, the doctor left the ward.

A smile on Jean's face stayed for a long time. She looked at Moore, beaming but said nothing.