At my words, Evan reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Isla still so cares about me."
His hand, the same hand that had just touched another woman, now sought to hold me.
A wave of disgust churned in my stomach, but I forced it down. I opened his hospital gown to see if blood had seeped through the dressing.
"Why is this happening? Were you doing extra exercise?"
At my words, an awkward flush crept onto Evan's face. He looked down, like a guilty child caught in a lie.
"I just… wanted to start training again so I could recover faster and rejoin the team sooner."
"I'll ask the nurse to replace the bandage later. Please take better care of yourself."
Without waiting for a response, I turned and began walking toward the door.
Behind me, his voice followed, full of promise. "It won’t happen again, Isla. I won’t make you worry anymore."
I just said yes and quickly left the ward.
I could feel Evan's genuine feelings for me.
However, it felt tainted and dirty.
I did not want this kind of love anymore.
"Isla, I’m home early from the hospital," Evan said as he stepped through the door, carrying a large bag of fruit like a child eager for praise.