Brothers Regret When They Lost Me novel Chapter 6

Evan slowly opened his eyes, enveloped in a rich, intoxicating fragrance.

The room was dim, but with his night vision, he could clearly make out his surroundings.

It was a space with cool tones, giving off an aloof, mysterious vibe. The furnishings were simple yet elegant, exuding a quiet luxury—clearly, the owner had exquisite taste.

The scent in the air was almost hypnotic, crawling into him with a deadly allure, as if trying to wrap him up completely.

Evan turned his head slightly and looked beside him. He saw Zara's impossibly beautiful face. Her silky hair cascaded over the slate-gray pillow. She looked so unreal, so dreamlike, that he couldn't help but hold his breath.

He recognized her—the same girl he had seen in the bathroom.

Suddenly, he bolted upright. The pain in his shoulder made him frown.

He glanced down and realized his shirt had been completely removed; his upper body was bare. The wound on his shoulder had been carefully treated, wrapped in gauze. Whoever had dressed it had done it efficiently, though impatiently.

Evan's eyes flashed with a barely-detectable emotion.

He stared at Zara, forgetting even to blink. He couldn't understand how she had managed to get him out of the hospital.

After all, according to the information he had, the hospital had been crawling with at least thirty B-ranked or higher Fighters.

He had no idea how she had slipped past all of them and brought him away without getting hurt.

Evan's gaze dropped slightly, and he studied her with growing curiosity.

Leaning in slowly, he approached Zara. He could hear her steady breathing—and the inexplicable quickening of his own heartbeat as he got closer.

Bit by bit, he edged nearer. With each small movement, memories of the first time he had seen Zara surfaced in his mind.

Her eyes, especially, became increasingly vivid in his thoughts. They sparkled like stars, slowly merging with the memory of those eyes from before.

Suddenly, with a soft swoosh, Evan felt a cool brush against his cheek. A slender hand wrapped around his neck.

He heard Zara's voice—cold, lazy, and detached. "This is how you treat the one who saved your life?"

The lights flicked on with a click. Evan's eyes met Zara's—bright, captivating, and utterly enthralling. Suddenly, his heart began to race uncontrollably.

In the next second, the hand still gripping his neck tightened with force, pressing him down onto the bed.

From the very moment Evan stirred, Zara had awakened. She was a light sleeper, and now there was a strange man lying beside her.

Zara swung her long legs, straddling the side of Evan's body. From above, she looked down at him with a commanding presence.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked.

If it weren't for the fact that Evan's face perfectly matched her aesthetic, she wouldn't have wanted to deal with this big trouble at all.

Evan could clearly read the sharp impatience in her eyes.

His thick, long lashes fluttered slightly as he slowly hid the tidal wave of emotions surging in his gaze. Then he looked back at her, his eyes sparkling as if scattered with starlight.

"You're so pretty," Evan said. His voice was low, soft, and magnetic, like the pluck of a stringed instrument, and his tone carried an unusual sincerity.

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