Chapter 243 My Muse

Martha froze, glanced at the pale man lying on the bed, and finally sat back on the chair. She'd never seen Stefan look like this. Stefan breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Martha was not leaving. He gradually closed his eyes and fell into sleep. Yet he didn't let go of her hand, afraid she would leave. Martha looked at him. Her eyes were filled with mixed emotions. ... By the time Stefan opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning. Martha wasn't in the ward. He was alone with only some medicines on the bedside table. He got up and wanted to get out of bed, and yet the wound hurt. He took a breath of cold air and pressed his thin lips tightly. Back on the bed, the pain gradually dissipated. What happened last night appeared in his mind, and his eyes became darker and darker. There must be something wrong with the tea. The temperature around him seemed to have dropped to freezing point. His expression was cold and dangerous. "Amanda!" The person who drugged hi