The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance (Scarlett and Jasper) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

(Scarlett’s POV)

I walk out of the elevator, shaken. Chloe’s words echo in my ears.

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If you don’t love Jasper, if you’re sure you won’t ever get back with him, then act within proper boundaries, so you don’t create any misunderstandings

If you still love Jasper, if somewhere in your heart, you want to start over with him, then be upfront with Dorian. After all that guy has done for you, the least he deserves is your honesty.

Love Jasper?

That’s a yes, without question.

I may deny it, I may refuse to accept this fact. But the truth can be ignored, it can be suppressed, but it cannot be changed.

And the truth is I never stopped loving Jasper Blake. Yes, I got tired. I felt invisible and worthless in his eyes.

I wanted to change, to find myself, to rediscover my worth. I left him to forget him, to start over, to build a future without him in my life. But despite my effort, despite my desire to move forward, I’ve never been able to completely remove him from my heart.

So yes,

I still love him. And this love I’ve suppressed for years found its way back into my life again when I least expected.

But do I love him enough to forget the past? To forgive and forget what he’s put me through? To give us a second chance?

I don’t know. And truthfully, I don’t want to know. As they say, ignorance is bliss. And if it were up to me I would prefer to remain ignorant to my feelings, my heart, to the growing attraction I feel for Jasper Blake.

But that wouldn’t be fair to Dorian. It wouldn’t be right for me to live in oblivion, to have another man in my heart, while playing his fiance.

He deserves better. He deserves a woman who loves him, who dreams of building a future with him as much as he loves me.

As Chloe said, after all he’s done for me, the least he deserves is my honesty.

When I arrive at room 314, I find Blair, James, Virginia gathered at the door, while a few

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nurses with Dr. Martin hover around Jasper.

“What’s going on? What happened to Jasper?” I ask, suddenly getting anxious.

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Blair grabs my arm, stopping me from rushing into the room:.“Calm down, Scarlett. We don’t know what happened. Jasper collapsed during his rehab session. Dr. Martin will tell us after he finishes his examination.”

“But he was fine when I left. How could he suddenly collapse?” I cry, tears streaming down my face. “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have left. Dr. Martin clearly stated I needed to be within his sight. If I hadn’t left…”

“Habibti, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault.” Blair pulls me into a hug, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

I lean into her warmth, her familiar scent gradually calming me down.

Surprisingly, Virginia doesn’t jump at the chance to accuse me this time. She stands silent by the door, her gaze fixed on the room.

When Dr. Martin finally walks out, we all crowd around him.

“Is he okay? What happened to him?”

“Jasper isn’t in danger is he?”

Virginia and I ask at the same time. For a second, dead silence fills the corridor. James and Blair exchange a look. I stand stunned as Virginia throws me a disgusted glance.

Then Dr. Martin clears his throat, breaking the awkward tension.

“Mr. Blake is fine. But just to be safe, I recommend you don’t leave him on his own.”

We all release the breath we’ve been holding, and thank the doctor for his hard work. James and Blair exchange another glance. Just when Virginia is about to run into the room, they grab her arm.

“Scarlett, you go in. Jasper must be anxious to see you.” Blair says, James nodding in agreement. Leaving these words, they pull Virginia away with them.

Finally alone, I take a deep breath and push the door.

Jasper’s gaze finds me the second I walk into the room.

“Letty,” he breaths, his eyes bright with wonder, joy…and disbelief? “You’re here to see me.”

“Of course I’m here to see you.” I joke. “If not, why would I walk into this room?”

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His lips stretch into a pained smile. I frown, dropping my purse at the foot of his bed, as I reclaim the seat by his bed. “What is it? Are you in pain?” I ask, my hand going to his

forehead.

No fever. Is it the injury on his head then? I slide my fingers to the spot, massaging gently, careful not to put too much force into my hand.

Jasper closes his eyes, and leans into my touch. The expression on his face is so content, so at peace I pause for a second.

“Letty,” he breathes, and this time, the depth of emotions in the word sends a shiver down my spine.

I spring up, heart hammering in my chest, as I ask, “are you thirsty? Let me get you something to drink,” and scramble to the window where a jug and a cup sit.

I grab the cup, hands unsteady, wiping the edge with a tissue, all while Jasper’s gaze refuses to leave me, practically searing a hole in my back.

It’s not like he hasn’t watched me before. Since I began taking care of him, whenever I’m in the room, his gaze never leaves me.

But I don’t know why. This time… the way he watches me this time feels different.

Less playful. More intense.

Almost as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear in the next second.

I sneak a glance in his direction. He catches my action and breaks into a smile. Exactly like the Jasper I’ve been taking care of these days.

I shake my head and focus back on the cup. Maybe it’s just me. Filling the cup to the rim, I walk back to the bed, and say, “careful, it’s still warm,” holding it to his mouth.

Jasper covers his hand over mine, his shaking slightly as he takes a sip. I feel the warmth of his lips brush my fingers, and again, a shiver goes down my spine.

Once done, he lowers the cup. But I notice he doesn’t let go of my hand. I glance at him. His face is pale, his lips bloodless.

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