Noah finally made his way to the hotel.

Gianna had consumed red wine and antibiotics. She was in a comatose state by the time he got there. Carrying her up, he sent her to the nearest hospital. The doctor had to pump her stomach and carry out an enema for her. It took them all night to finally pull her back from the brink of death.

Dawn broke over the horizon and Gianna woke up in the ward.

Sweeping her eyes across the room, she noticed the white walls and the faint scent of disinfectant in the air. Noah’s back was turned to her while he stood by the window.

He spent the night in the hospital and his hair was a little messy. However, it merely brought out the wildness in him, giving rise to a feral charm.

Feeling a lump in her throat, she uttered, “Noah!”

Instead of turning around, he looked at the rising sun out the window and said dryly, “Don’t do this to yourself again if you’re not serious about dying. You might lose your life for real if you do.”

“You cared about me, af