Bab 119: Chapter 119 : Collision

Ella

I didn't expect to see him, and by the look on his face, he sure as hell wasn't expecting to see us either. What is he even doing here? This hospital isn't anywhere near his villa.

I shift in Elijah's grip, my body still weak from the fatigue brought on by the sickness, but my mind sharpens, trying to make sense of this sudden appearance. George's eyes are flickering between us, narrowing slightly as they land on me. That familiar mixture of anger and annoyance is simmering under his skin, and I almost flinch from it, even though he hasn't said a word.

Before any of us can speak, I hear a soft murmur from the person George is carrying, her face pressed into his chest like she's trying to hide from everyone. Charlotte.

"What's wrong, George?" Her voice is delicate, a little too delicate, if you ask me. "Why have we stopped?"