"Gav!" Dara caught her breath. "You're awake!" She stood up.
"We did marry each other? And you don't regret your decision?" Gav asked again.
"No. No, I don't regret it--" she stopped talking when Gav sat up suddenly.
"I'm starving! Where's Chef Pete? I told him to prepare our dinner tonight!"
Dara helped him when he made a move to stand up. He threw the bedsheet from him.
"Wait! Your wheelchair!"
"I don't need it!" Gav had his bared feet on the floor.
Dara supported him as he swayed.
"Ooh!" Gav groaned as he leaned on the bed heavily. "Where's the damned wheelchair?"
Gavreel Senior heard his grandson. He was entering the bedroom. "Why--Gav! You are conscious again!" he laughed gleefully. "Tony, get his wheelchair!" he ordered to the butler.
Tony whispered to one of his assistants
