Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1010 Chapter 1011: Maybe she had a shot at winning over Austen and making the Nelson brothers her pawns. Meanwhile, inside the hospital room at Maple Hospital, Maia stared at her phone's screen as the dialing sounds echoed in her ears. Her heart slowly sank. What on earth was going on with Chris? Had his headaches come back again? Her thoughts wandered to the moment just before she passed out, when Tyrant had suddenly dropped to his knees before her. Had Chris been in a fight with him? She had already warned Chris not to act on impulse. Right then, the hospital room door swung open.

Chris stepped inside, bringing with him that familiar aura. His eyes shone with his usual smile, and he carried a three-tier wooden lunchbox. The tight knot of anxiety in Maia's chest loosened immediately, her worries retreating like the ebbing tide. "Did you wait long? Here's your food, all the things you like," Chris said as he moved toward the bed. He opened the lunchbox with ease, letting out a tempting aroma. Maia watched him closely and asked quietly, "I called you several times. Why didn't you pick up?" "Called me?" Chris frowned, pretending to think, then patted his pocket. "Oh no.

I was rushing to bring you food and must've left it on the dining table." Maia exhaled slowly, her face softening. "I was really worried, thinking your headaches might be back." Chris' fingers froze for a beat, a light sweat breaking out on his forehead. He had to admit that her gut feeling was eerily spot-on. Fortunately, he managed to hold it together. His phone was truly missing. He figured it had been left at the bar and had sent someone to fetch it. "You really care about me a lot, huh?" he said with a grin, steering the conversation away.

He set up the small table on the hospital bed and carefully arranged the dishes one by one. "Don't worry. I haven't forgotten what you told me. If my head starts hurting, I'll let you know for sure." "That's good. You better not hide anything from me," Maia said, fixing him with a sharp look. "Chris, remember, you're a patient. And..." She squinted slightly. "Shouldn't you explain why you were at the underground boxing ring? Weren't you supposed to be home waiting for me?" Chris hesitated, caught off guard. Oh no, he hadn't come up with an excuse for this yet.

And just then, his headache began creeping back again. Maia's eyes darkened as she calmed the storm raging in her chest. She no longer faltered or wavered; instead, she picked up her eating with firm resolve. She knew that soon she'd be swamped, needing to rescue Chris and handle the Cooper Group at the same time. Because of that, she needed to get back to full strength quickly. When Chris returned a little later, she intended to show him how to cook meals that would help speed up her healing.

Outside the hospital room, just beyond the wall, Chris pressed his back against the chilly surface and let out a deep sigh. He brushed the sweat from his brow and massaged his temples. That had been a close call. . . .