Taken a long drive, Zane brought Anastasia to his suite, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed for the past two hours now.
"Such a fragile body. Why isn't she opening her eyes? When will she be awake?" Zane muttered, glancing at his wristwatch and noticing that two hours, ten minutes and forty seconds had passed yet she was still in deep sleep.
Zane expected her eyes to flutter open to meet his gaze in her alluring form just like the doctor reassured them that Anastasia's condition was stable and would be awake soon after the examination on her few minutes ago.
Augustus, who was sitting on the other side of the bed beside Anastasia, looked worried as he caressed her hand and muttered, "I think she's stressed out and might be sleeping, but not from the medication."
Zane's eyes glinted with fear as he caressed the back of her hand affectionately on the bed, with his eyes scanning her pale expression.
