The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 232 [Third-Person's POV] Apart from the injuries beneath the face wrap, Evelyn had sustained numerous small lacerations around her upper and lower chest. A badly sprained wrists and a few broken fingers. lan paid special attention to each injury while going about his. best to have her patched up or splinted. Those were the least of Alexander's concerns since they were easy to clean and patch up. However, the same couldn't be said for when lan removed Evelyn's shirt to reveal numerous dark-colored bruises beneath her breasts. "Some of her ribs have been broken," he assessed.

Alexander fought back a cluster of curses while pushing down the burning motion in his throat. He refused to let himself shed a single tear until he could finally be alone. It wasn't for a sign of weakness but rather unpredictability, If he let his emotions rush through, there was no guarantee that there would be a Silverwood Manor left standing. Now wasn't the time to act rashly when he still needed to remain calm and collected for Evelyn's sake. But that same sense of ---- dread he had first shown up with hadn't receded, it only grew.

Every injury lan uncovered was just another push toward his self- destruction. There was no longer any doubt in his mind that Evelyn was, in fact, his greatest weakness. It's my fault. None of this would have happened if | had just gotten over my own stupid feelings. Unfortunately, even he knew there wasn't much that could be done to treat broken ribs. The best lan was able to offer was a soothing gel that would help bring down the swelling. "Once you bring her back home, just keep applying ice packs to the bruised areas," he told him. Alexander nodded stoically.

Having asked one of the soldiers to borrow a jacket, he was able to properly cover the upper half of Evelyn's body. With her blood transfusion nearly finished, her vitals were gradually rising back to their normal levels. For the first time since he left the house, Alexander felt a spark of hope. But they weren't out of the woods yet. Evelyn had only just started her road to recovery and he was going to do everything in his power to help her get better. When Oliver returned, he'd been filled in on her diagnosis and terms of treatments. ---- "| understand," he confirmed.

"Sir, both Nina and your grandmother have been informed about Evelyn's current state and they're already making up one of the spare rooms for her." Alexander's brows instantly pulled together in question. Why on earth would they be preparing one of the guestrooms for her, when he had all intentions of having her treated in their shared bedroom? "No," he argued. "She's staying with me." lan cleared his throat and spoke up. "I'm afraid that | cannot condone that idea," he said. Alexander snapped his head to glare at his long-time friend. " This isn't something that's up for debate.

She's staying in our room where | can keep an eye on her." The older man shook his head. "I'm sorry, Alexander. My answer still stands." "I'm her husband." "And I'm her doctor," he countered. The tension was so thick, that anyone could have cut through it with a knife. lan lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose while choosing his next words carefully. ---- "Listen. What Evelyn needs, above all else, is her own space. | had many patients like her in the past who've sustained terrible injuries like hers.

Believe me when | tell you that the physical end of her healing journey is the least of our problems." Once more, Alexander grew puzzled. "It's the psychological effects that are going to be horrific." At that moment, he felt his heart plummet into his stomach. Of course. How could he possibly have overlooked such a vital factor?