Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 88

Only in Luna's dreams could she see such tender, concerned Joshua.

She had loved him for so many years, yet never had he once reciprocated her love.

In the dream, however, she could clearly feel Joshua’s concern and love.

"You’ll be fine."

While semi-conscious, she heard a low man's voice constantly repeating this to her. 1

Luna smiled bitterly. How great would it be if she could keep dreaming and never wake up from it...

When Luna woke up, it was already the next morning. Before she could open her eyes, her nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

She furrowed her brows and opened her eyes with difficulty, forcing herself to wake up.

She was in the hospital. To put it more accurately, she was in the intensive care unit.

Another person was in the room with her-a man. He had an oxygen mask on as he laid quietly on a bed next to hers.

His deep, endless eyes were closed at that moment,

showing off his sharp eyebrows and long lashes.

The morning sun shone through the window, which softened some of the cold hard lines on his face.

Joshua...

"You're up, Miss." The nurse who just entered looked a t her in delight. "Don't move! I’ll go get the doctor."

"Hold on." Luna furrowed her brows and pointed to Joshua. "What happened to him?"

"Your husband had a confrontation with people outside the fire yesterday. His abdomen was stabbed, but he still rushed into the fire and rescued you. He carried you all the way to the hospital.

"He's lost quite a lot of blood. His wound has been infected, and he’s been gas-poisoned. He's still unconscious."

The nurse sighed. "You're up, but he’s in a much dire situation than you. We won't even know when he'll be awake."

When she was pushed by the nurse out of the intensive care unit, Luna subconsciously looked at Joshua in his oxygen mask.

She did not know why, but when she looked at him, she said, "If you still don't get up, you won't be able to see Luna Gibson for the rest of your life." 1

Then, the nurse brought her out.

Lying on the bed, Luna looked at the ceiling lights on the corridor and smiled bitterly.

What a joke. He never liked Luna Gibson, and not once had he cared for her either. 1

How would such a statement affect him?

To him, Luna Gibson was no one.

The nurse pushed Luna into the elevator. Before the elevator door was shut, another nurse quickly rushed over to stop them.

"Mr. Lynch is awake. He said he wanted to see the person that spoke to him a moment ago."