Chapter 85 The Wife He Didn't Want Ch9

• Jacob hadn’t moved from the chair beside Ginna’s hospital bed. Not for hours. Not even to eat. He’d sat through the sterile quiet, through the pulse of monitors and the antiseptic scent that clung to everything. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of machines and the pale sunlight bleeding through the blinds.
• Ginna looked so small in that bed.
• Her face was bruised, lip split, bandages wrapped around her ribs. But even like this—even unconscious—she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. His chest ached just looking at her.