The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 306

Nora stayed awake through the entire night. The next morning, seizing the opportunity, she reached out and gently pushed open the heavy door to his room.

Walking with light footsteps, she stopped beside the hospital bed.

She stood there quietly, her eyes tracing every inch of Gideon's face.

His usually immaculate short hair fell messily across his forehead, softening the sharp, intimidating edge of his brows.

The nurses had cleaned away the grime and the massive amounts of blood, leaving only the sutured edges of the cuts near his temple and jawline.

Bathed in the soft morning light, that handsome face—normally etched with arrogant superiority and ruthless detachment—had shed its boardroom lethality, replaced by an almost fragile stillness.

Nora stared intently at this entirely non-threatening version of him, watching the vulnerable way he lay trapped in the hospital bed.

Why did you save me?

She asked the question silently in her heart.

The words echoed constantly through her hollow chest, striking with dull, heavy reverberations that aggressively tore at old wounds.

Over the past three years, through countless days and nights, whenever a choice had to be made, he had never once taken her side.

He would abandon her while she was sick with a high fever just because Giselle made a petty phone call. He had personally thrown her meticulously crafted blueprints into the trash just because Giselle was in a bad mood.

Even just days ago at that massive equestrian club, he had mercilessly thrown her to the ground like a nuisance, all out of a jealous rivalry with Julian.

The mocking sneers, the icy scrutiny, the unhesitating certainty with which he always placed her dead last—it was all as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

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