Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 411

The bodyguard and doctor immediately hustled him out of the room.

She sat on the bed, clutching her knees and sobbing loudly.

The night deepened, but she was becoming more lucid. She could hear the regret and cries in her

heart.

She could also hear the rumbling sound of a helicopter starting from the roof.

Soon, the helicopter disappeared into the night sky.

Footsteps were heard outside the door.

She didn't look up. She didn't care who came in.

The person walked straight to the bed after entering.

He draped a blanket he held in his hands over her, then picked up the bloody dagger from the bed.

"Ms. Dennis, I gave you this dagger for self-defence, not for you to kill people," Scott said helplessly. "I

need to take this dagger back."

Choking back tears, Violette said, "I wanted to kill him... but I couldn't do it..."

"Your actions pissed him off," Scott said calmly. "You stabbed him right in the heart!"

Violette had no words to respond.

"Your mother died last year, right? You should know the pain of losing a loved one. That's when people

become very vulnerable." Scott lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers. "His mother died, so we

brothers came to accompany him. He might find us annoying, so he asked us to leave tomorrow."

Violette was staring blankly at the blood on the bed.

"I don't know the conflict between you two, but I know that in his eyes, there's only you, no other

women. We've brought many beautiful women to hang out, he never cast a glance at those women.

Those women, any one of them is more beautiful than you, with better figures. Why would he pick you?

Don't you get it?"

Violette took a breath, "I don't love him anymore."

"Oh..." Scott glanced at her, took a drag on his cigarette, and blew out a thick puff of smoke. "So why

are you crying? Didn't he say he won't bother you even if he's dead?"

Violette remained silent.

"Scared by all this blood? Don't kid me. You've seen more blood than us." Scott stood up with a scoff.

"It's getting late. I won't disturb you anymore."

After Scott left, the nanny came in, her face pale with fright.

"Ms. Dennis... Can you sleep in another room tonight? I can clean up this room for you."

Violette stopped crying, her voice cold. "I'll stay here."

The nanny brought clean sheets and blankets, and helped her out of bed.

"Ms. Dennis, the wound on your leg might have reopened. The blood is seeping out," the nanny

reminded. "But the doctor is not home."

Violette looked down to see the bandage on her leg had turned red.

It could be his blood, or it could be hers.

The wound hurt, but she didn't want to deal with it.

After the nanny changed the sheets and blankets, she helped Violette into bed.

When the nanny left, she turned off the lights.

Violette opened her eyes, staring blankly at the dim room, constantly replaying what had just Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

happened.

Maybe him hurting others could be explained by his cruel nature, but why would he hurt her?

He's a madman!

She couldn't hold back her tears.

Time ticked away, and before she knew it, it was already daylight.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The nanny came in with breakfast.

Seeing that she was still asleep, the nanny left with the breakfast tray.

In fact, she hadn't slept at all. She had been awake all night. Drąмanоvels.com

After the nanny left, she opened her swollen eyes and picked up her phone.

She typed 'Elijah' into the search box and pressed the search key.

Soon, the latest news about him appeared!