His gaze immediately landed on my phone, which was still lit up from the message I'd just sent to my parents. The screen was still on their reply page.
He glanced at the brief “Okay” and flashed a wary, anxious smile. "Mabel, what did you tell your parents? Didn't we agree, we won't tell your parents about today's surgery so that they wouldn't be worried?"
My hand stiffened as I snatched the phone back as quickly as possible.
“I didn't tell them. I just messaged to say I had a meeting. I was worried they'd call during my surgery and no one would answer.”
James exhaled in relief, scooped me up in his arms and whispered in my ear, “Look at you. If you need your phone, just call me. You're about to have surgery. If you hurt yourself, I'd be heartbroken.”
In my previous life, my desperate resistance only earned his cold indifference. This time, I wouldn't be so foolish.
Fighting back my nausea, I replied to James, "James, when will my surgery start? My anesthesiologist left in a hurry after administering half the injection. Did something happen?"