Chapitre 448: In Which She Insists

Gael sneaked back into Angela's bedroom quietly and carefully slipped under the covers, grimacing as he moved because his back was killing him. He didn't want to wake her up, knowing she needed as much rest as she could so she could heal fast. The purple bruises that were still on her back made his blood boil.

She stirred and woke up anyway. "Why aren't you sleeping? Where were you?"

"Baby, it's barely 9 p.m."

"It's only nine? Why am I so…" She sighed, clutching her head. "You didn't take your pills, did you?"

He didn't answer.

"Why?" Angela arched a brow and propped up on her elbow. "You must still be in pain."

"I'm fine."

She gave him a pointed look as if she knew he was lying. "You're pale and…sweating. You're not fine."

Right. He wasn't a hundred percent fine. His back hurt like a bitch, but he wouldn't admit that.