Aiden stared at Anya's face as she laid helpless in his arms. Currently, they were sitting at the end of the bed. His wife's tiny body wrapped in a bathrobe rested in his lap.
His little wife looked very sorry. Her face looked very uncomfortable and her eyes were still red. Deep wrinkles appeared on Anya's forehead as she tried to endure the discomfort all over her body. Tear marks were still visible in the corners of her eyes.
Seeing Anya like this made Aiden really want to protect her and take care of her.
His love for this woman really made his chest feel tight, and almost suffocating when he found out that Anya was in danger.
When he felt Anya's warmth in his arms, Aiden could only feel relieved. He couldn't describe how relieved he was when he found out that Anya was fine.
His lips gently pursed Anya's lips, making Anya frustrated as she was under the influence of the drugs.
But Aiden ignored Anya's impatience.
