Chapter 3

But I never expected that when I rushed to the VIP ward at the hospital,

I would see Fiona, the campus beauty, standing outside the room, desperate to get in:

"Let me in, quick!"

"Isn't it a full moon night? How do you know Mr. Cassian doesn't need me?"

"Cassian, Cassian, just let me in to help you, please?"

I suddenly found it amusing.

Theo said Fiona wasn't an easy girl, yet here she was, offering herself to his brother.

The bodyguards who had refused to let Fiona in immediately opened the door when they saw me, tears in their eyes:

"Miss Lyra, you're finally here."

"Please, come in. The young master truly needs you tonight."

Envy and hatred distorted Fiona's face. She shrieked hysterically:

"Why does Lyra get to go in?"

"Cassian got hurt so badly just to save her."

"She's nothing but bad luck. How dare you let her in?"

I froze for a moment. Saved me again? What did that mean?

The ward was already in chaos.

I saw Cassian lying shirtless on the bed, his face flushed, short hair damp with sweat.

His fingertips curled tightly from the surging heat, and the thick white bandages on his back were soaked through with bright red blood.

The doctor stood nearby, shouting urgently:

"For heaven's sake, stop resisting! I'm begging you, find a woman to help you quickly. The bandages we just changed are soaked through again. How much blood do you think you have left to endure this torment?"

"It's a full moon night. The werewolf blood is raging far beyond normal levels, and your blood's ability to clot has failed. Even the best hemostatic drugs I've given you aren't working."

"We need to find a way to ease the surging heat in your body now, or you might bleed to death tonight!"

"Where is this girl you say can save the young master? When will she arrive?"

The bodyguards standing by the bed had already seen me.

They bowed deeply to me with respect and gratitude.

"Doctor, she's here."

At these words, the man lying on the bed, enduring his private hell, suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of intimidating dark red eyes, cold yet dazzling, held back the surging, intense desire as they fell unexpectedly on my face, surprised and annoyed:

"Who called her here? Take her away!"

The bodyguard bowed and said:

"Young master, it was me."

"I'll accept any punishment as long as Miss Lyra can help ease your symptoms tonight."

"Besides, you were injured this time trying to save Miss Lyra again."

"You've risked your life twice to save her without taking credit. You might not feel wronged, but we truly feel it on your behalf."

I secretly observed the imposing man lying on the bed.

Although Theo and I were childhood friends, I had always avoided Cassian like the plague.

Because he was known as the living incarnation of the Grim Reaper.

Even the most arrogant troublemakers became meek in his presence.

It was an absolute domination of methods and aura.

I usually tried to avoid him at all costs when I saw him.

Now, this man who struck fear into everyone's hearts was clutching the bedsheets, his feet involuntarily curling as he tried to resist. Every part of his body radiated heat waves, his passionate breathing becoming more and more evident. The contrast was so strong, it was captivating. A beautiful man in repose, mesmerizing.

However, "You say he was severely injured because of me again?"

The bodyguard was about to speak, but Cassian cut him off harshly:

"Shut up! Try saying one more word!"

Then he switched to a gentle yet distant tone to address me:

"Lyra, leave. I don't need you here."

The bodyguard, risking his life, said:

"Young master, stop pretending. You won't win a wife by being stubborn."

"Your mouth is the toughest part of you, but your heart is as soft as putty. Whenever Miss Lyra is in danger, you'd risk your life, even rush into a fire to save her. Do you think we're blind?"