Chapter 392
Evelyn should have been devastated, but her eyes remained dry. Her heart felt hollow, numb to the core.
Only the splitting headache remained, pulsing with every breath she took. The pain was unbearable, making even the simplest movement excruciating. She tried to sit up, but her body protested with sharp, stabbing aches.
Fever burned through her. Her skin was scorching to the touch, yet she shivered violently beneath the thin hospital sheets.
When Dominic ended his call, he handed the phone back to his security detail. The bodyguard gestured toward the bed.
Dominic turned. Evelyn's eyes were open, but her expression was disturbingly vacant. She was conscious, yet looked utterly lifeless.
This lifeless version of her enraged him! He wanted her fiery spirit back, wanted her to fight him tooth and nail!
Dominic stormed to the bedside, seizing her chin with his long, elegant fingers.
Her skin burned so fiercely against his touch that he immediately recoiled!
"Get the doctor!" he barked at the bodyguard, who rushed out immediately.
Once they were alone, Evelyn turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze.
Dominic's fury erupted. He grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look at him. "Evelyn, have you considered what would happen to your children if you died? They just called me."
Evelyn had thought of Lily and Henry before slamming into that wall.
If she died, Michael would raise them. Sophie would visit often. Wesley too...
She knew they wouldn't suffer. They'd only suffer if they fell into Dominic's clutches. Her death would barely affect them.
They'd cry, of course. But compared to the horror of being under his control, their temporary grief meant nothing.
Her expression remained serene. His question didn't faze her.
Dominic realized he'd underestimated her. Evelyn wasn't afraid of death! What weapon did he have left to provoke her?
The doctor arrived promptly. After checking her temperature, he prepared an IV drip.
Dominic stood nearby, watching as the catheter was inserted.
"Mr. Blackwood, dinner is served. Will you be dining now or later?" the bodyguard inquired.
Dominic strode out without answering.
Once the catheter was secured and they were alone, the doctor whispered, "Miss Thorne, why torture yourself like this? This path only leads to ruin."
Evelyn closed her eyes. She and Dominic were past the point of reconciliation. She couldn't change her mind, wouldn't beg. She'd rather die than submit.
The doctor sighed and left.
The moment the door clicked shut, Evelyn yanked the IV from her hand! Blood welled from the puncture in her pale skin.
Thirty minutes later, Dominic returned with food. His gaze fell on the disconnected IV line, saline dripping uselessly from the abandoned needle.
His face drained of color.
Evelyn truly wanted to die! If not for the fever weakening her, she might have thrown herself from the window or battered herself against the wall again!
"Evelyn, you may want to die, but I won't allow it!" He slammed the food tray onto the bedside table, then grabbed tissues to staunch the blood on her hand.
Evelyn kept her eyes closed, motionless. Dominic froze as sudden understanding struck. Then he roared her name with terrifying intensity, "Evelyn Thorne!"