My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 788

Chapter 788

For a long while, she didn't hear a response after she was done talking.

Pursing her lips, Sylvie tasted her bitter tears. When she turned around, she was suddenly engulfed in a hug.

Zayne lowered his head and kissed her tears away tenderly. “Why would you say you're not worthy?” he whispered.

“I want to take care of you, and I'm willing to go through everything with you.”

Sylvie froze for a few seconds before burying her head in his embrace, crying silently.

After a while, she held Zayne's face and kissed him while still crying. She then bit his lip and murmured, “Love me,

okay? Love me forever.”

Zayne swallowed her tears and answered tenderly, “Okay.”

For the first time, Sylvie had sex without feeling disgusted and without taking painkillers. Hugging Zayne tightly, she

immersed herself in his kisses. She wished for nothing more than to be with him forever.

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At around eight in the morning, Zayne carried her to the bed. By then, he had hickeys all over his chest.

“Sleep. I'll make you breakfast,” he said.

“I'm not hungry.” Sylvie held him tight. Although she had just had the happiest few hours of her life, she was also

extremely anxious.

The moment she closed her eyes, she could see Jane and the other dead people.

Holding Zayne's face, she pleaded, “Zay, could you bring me out of here? Anywhere will do.”

She was willing to sacrifice money and fame just so she could be with Zayne and be loved by him.

After saying that, she mumbled, “No. You have a bright future ahead of you. How could I be so selfish—■”

“My uncles and cousins are incredible enough. The Zeigler family doesn't need me.” Zayne wiped her tears away

and uttered gently, “No matter where you go, I'll keep you company. Would you like to go to Danontand? It's a small

country. We can live there.”

He then brought some clothes from the wardrobe for Sylvie to change into. After gathering their documents and

valuable assets, they left for the airport in a hurry.

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While they were waiting in the departure hall, Sylvie was still feeling uneasy.

Contentment surged within her when she glanced at how tightly Zayne was holding her hand. In a soft voice, she

asked, “Will you regret this?”

Gently rubbing her cheek, Zayne answered, “Why would I regret loving someone?”



Sylvie smiled faintly and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Suddenly, she felt a throbbing pain in her heart, and she could barely breathe. Before she went unconscious, she

saw Zayne's anxious expression.

When Sylvie woke up, she found herself lying on the hospital bed, with Zayne's voice faintly heard outside the door.

A few minutes later, Zayne opened the door and walked in. Seeing that Sylvie was awake, he hurried over to put a

jacket over her. “Sylvie, are you feeling better?”

Prior to that, Sylvie was feeling better. However, when she saw Zayne and thought about him, she felt pain in her

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heart once again.

Usually, she would go for monthly check-ups at the hospital. Since she knew she was free of diseases, she figured

out what had gone wrong upon recalling the symptoms she had before fainting.

With that in mind, she turned away from Zayne, trying her best not to think about him. “I don't think I'll be able to

leave the country with you anymore.”

“Your heart is fine. The doctor said this could be caused by fatigue.” Zayne leaned toward her and kissed her.

“Once you get better, we still can leave.”

“My heart is indeed fine,” Sylvie replied in despair. “It's just that I've been injected with Curb.emotion.”

Sylvie had bought Curb.emotion from Bruce, so she knew how the drug worked. When Genevieve was hospitalized,

she also asked the nurses about the drug.

However, she didn't expect someone to have injected her with it.

After listening to Sylvie's explanation about the drug, Zayne uttered in a deep voice, “Forlisle Medical has a few

research centers. Perhaps they've already come up with the antidote for Curb.emotion. I'll get it from Genevieve.”

Sylvie shook her head. “She won't give it to you. I don't want you to go—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the pain in her heart made her curl up. At that moment, she was gripping

Zayne's shirt with one hand.