Let's Get Married Chapter 717: He's Been Taking Care of You

"Okay, Okay, I will stop..." Lorraine finally stops crying. "Eunice, you still remember everything, do
you?"

Eunice smiles, "Yes, I remember everything. Don't worry, mom."

"That's good. That's good. We've pulled through. It's all over now..."

It breaks Thomas' heart to look at his sister in the hospital bed, but he can't show it. He's afraid that his
emotions would affect her. "Sister, mother and I are here to take care of you. If you feel unwell, you
must tell us."

Eunice glimpses a boy beside her and asked, "Thomas, how long have I been unconscious?"

"More than three months."

It is more than three months.

It is not a long time, but spans a quarter of a year. She only feels that a hundred days are so short, like
a blink of an eye.

At this moment, looking at Thomas, she feels that her once willful brother has matured a lot. Although
his appearance and voice remain unchanged, he becomes steady and without impetuousness.

Eunice is both gratified and distressed as she thinks about Thomas taking care of her mother when she
was sick. However, her illness, in fact, has forced him to grow up.

"Thomas, it's been hard on you."

As soon as she finishes speaking, Thomas pretends to be angry and opens his eyes. "You're my sister
and it's really nothing."



Lorraine doesn't want her to carry this emotional burden, so Lorraine chimes in, "That's right. You're
being too polite as his big sister. You need to learn from him."

Eunice knows that it must be very hard for them to take care of her. She gives a faint smile and says
nothing.

However, Lorraine hesitantly says, "Actually, Ryan helped us a lot this time when you were sick. He
took care of your brother and me and dealt with the hospital."

Right after she says that, Thomas raises his hand and nudges her arm, "Mom, she just woke up and
you don't have to say that."

Lorraine looks awkward as she nods silently, "Alright, I won't talk about it."

Eunice notices that they are obviously avoiding the topic and hiding something from her. She knows
that it is because they are worrying about her, but she feels uncomfortable.

However, when she thinks of that man, she feels reluctant to face him somehow. She is not sure if it is
because she has let go after the irritation, or something else.

She feels like losing all her enthusiasm due to the unexpected kidnapping. Nothing is left but the
memories that make her feel cold every time they come creeping up on her.

"Mom, I know. When I get better, I'll thank him."

Lorraine sees her cold expression and remains silent.

No outsider can help with their relationship, so they have to solve it.

That day, Ryan never returns to the ward, not because he doesn't want to see her, but because he is
afraid that his presence will agitate her again.



Sitting in the ward next door, he waits. He finishes countless cigarettes until late at night.

Looking out of the window into the dark sky, he looks up at the clock. It is already half past ten. He
stands up to stretch. His body stiffens after siting for a long time. Due to decreased blood circulation,
he suddenly moves violently, feels dizzy and almost falls.

Fortunately, there is a chair beside him, and he only manages to balance himself with it.

After resting for a while, he walks out of the ward and stands in the corridor. He doesn't push the door
open until the smell of smoke fades from his body.

Inside, the lights are off. Only a small lamp at the end of the bed is on. The patient on the bed is
already asleep. Lorraine is on a chair beside and dozing off. When she feels him entering, tired, she
opens her eyes and says in a low voice, "Ryan. Come here."

"Lorraine, I'll keep watch. You can rest next door."

Lorraine takes a look at Eunice, who is sleeping peacefully, and nods, "Alright, don't stay awake the
whole night. You need some sleep."

"OK."

After saying a few words, Lorraine leaves. There are only two people left in the dark room. Ryan takes
Lorraine's seat and looks at the fragile Eunice on the bed, with her eyes tightly closed. He frowns
slightly and exposes her unskilled disguise. "I know you're awake."

A trick like this can trick Lorraine not him.

Eunice believes that she pretends well, but she fails. She opens her eyes awkwardly.

She stares straight at the ceiling and doesn't want to look at the person beside her.



On the other hand, Ryan's eyes are fixed on her. She is the only one.

Neither of them speaks. The vibe in the room is a bit suffocating. Ryan is afraid that she feels
uncomfortable. He is the first to speak, "How are you now?"

The familiar voice comes. Eunice's eyelashes tremble slightly. "Very good."

Unbearable silence follows the short conversation.

He can't convince himself, and it is embarrassing to say anything.

The man clenches his fists. Never before had he summoned so much encourage to say a single
sentence. After a long time, he asks, "Do you blame me?"

It doesn't matter whether he asks or not. Ryan has the answer in his heart. Rather than resentment, it
is more of an incurable wound in her heart caused by those things.

After those experiences, you will have better understanding, but the wound will not become better
because of your better understanding. As the wound grows bigger, it will only become more and more
painful.

What happened between them becomes wounds. These wounds morph into thorns in their hearts.
They entrench themselves, as time passes. Once these past events occur to the couple, they feel
wretched.

After Eunice hears this question, she doesn't know how to answer it. Out of the corner of her eye, she
carefully looks at the man in front of her. He is thinner than before. He has lost a lot of weight. His
cheekbones and mandible are so visible, and his face is even sharper.



She recalls what her mother said today. He was taking care of her all this time down to the last detail.
She can almost imagine it from this thin face.

After losing so much weight, he must have had a hard time.

Eunice feels sorry. She withdraws her gaze and stares at the white blanket on her chest. She has a
lump in her throat and says, "No."

She doesn't have the heart to complain when he appears in front of her in such a manner. Besides, she
chooses everything herself, and she has no regrets at all.

However, her feeling for him becomes heavier. She suppresses it and doesn't want to show it again
easily.

It is like PTSD. She is scared, so she wants to hide it.

Ryan would rather hear her blame him than hear her say no so calmly and with great resistance. It is
suffocating for him as if the oxygen in the air is being sucked away and his lung is being squeezed by a
stone.

He is like a man trapped in the desert, struggling to find the last source of water. He is so eager to hear
from her that she still likes him, but now, he can't force her, nor does he want to force her.

"Recover first. We'll talk about the rest later." After saying that, he moves his thin lips twice, as if he is
making an extremely difficult decision. "If you don't want to see me, I won't be coming any time soon."


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