The next morning, Damon made his way to the hospital early in the morning with a bucket of roses.
He placed it on the dresser beside her bed, his eyes fixed on her.
“You have to wake up, Jasmine. It's been boring without you here.” His voice was soft and muffled.
He pulled out a chair, sat beside her and took her hand in his. Her hand made a tingy movement, a glint of smile appeared on his face, which didn't last the next second.
His face concealed with an icy look as she slowly opened her eyes, her head tilted to the side to see Damon.
“Damon?”
“Yes, you're alive, Jasmine.” His voice was as cold as his look, as though he didn't care about her.
She tried to sit up, and he leaned against the chair, watched her as a grunt escaped her lips.
“How could you be so careless?”
Her brows n
