“Listen to the doctors. You should stop talking,” Clara said.

“You didn’t push me away because you didn’t want to hurt me, right?” Wilson continued talking.

“You saved me. I shouldn’t push you away… if you want to hug me,” Clara stuttered.

Wilson’s embrace made her restless.

“Is that so? It doesn’t matter whether you’re being grateful or you’re pitying me, I’m fine as long as you have a little bit of me in your heart.”

Wilson couldn’t bear the feeling of Clara looking at him as if he was a stranger to her.

“Wilson, what are you trying to say?”

“When you addressed me as your husband just now, I just want to ask if there’s the slightest chance that I can make our marriage a lifetime? Can I be your husband?” Wilson asked nervously.

He had mustered all of his courage to say that.

Clara didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

She would have rejected him without hesitation previously, saying that it was impossible between them and that staying away from each other was the