Chapter 57 Even if You Don't Love Her as Much in the Future
"I've signed it, all of it," Fred said, his face covered in blood as he looked up at the man standing before him. "Are you satisfied now?"
The man remained indifferent, not even bothering to lift an eyelid. "Get lost."
Fred breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was filled with resentment. He had always wondered, 'Who is this man? What kind of person did Regina marry?'
As he pondered, Douglas cast a cold glance at him. Fred quickly averted his gaze and helped Madison up from the ground. They awkwardly left the ward.
Jason summoned the nurses, and soon, the chaos in the ward was cleaned up. The doctor quickly examined Tasha's body, but she didn't listen to his instructions. She turned her head with great difficulty, her eyes fixed on Douglas, filled with intense longing.
Seeing this, Douglas walked to her bedside, his tall figure bending down. "I'm sorry I scared you."
It was obviously a painful matter, but Tasha let out a deep sigh of relief and smiled with satisfaction. "No need to apologize. I'm just so happy. My dear Regina has finally found someone who can protect her."
Hearing Tasha's words, Regina stood silently by the bed, her head lowered, tears silently streaming down her pale face.
Tasha was almost out of breath, but she still tried to hold Douglas's hand, saying one thing after another, "Please, I beg you, you must take good care of Regina, even if you don't love her as much in the future."
"I will love her for the rest of my life." Douglas's voice, neither light nor heavy, carried an unwavering power that forcefully entered Regina's heart.
Tasha opened her mouth, but it took her a long time to react.
A lifetime was really long. When Melissa married Fred, Tasha also thought they would love each other for a lifetime, but after just a few years, they grew tired of each other.
"Regina is really lucky to have met you," Tasha said, closing her eyes. Her voice became weaker and almost inaudible. "I'm tired. I want to rest for a while."
Realizing something was wrong, Douglas frowned deeply and quickly made way for the doctor who was waiting beside him. Tasha was rushed into the emergency room again, but this time, she never woke up.
The winter in Oriant was truly cold. The howling wind felt like knives on the face. Regina, dressed in black, stood in front of the tombstone. She silently placed flowers for Tasha, then knelt on the cold ground, silently reciting prayers, and the funeral ceremony came to an end.
Tasha had once said that she didn't need a grand funeral after her death. She just wanted to rest quietly. She had endured enough noise and clamor throughout her life.
Heavy dark clouds gathered, making the sky gloomy, a sign of an impending downpour.
Regina turned around and looked at the man beside her, her voice so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable, "Let's go back." She said it calmly, but Douglas saw the suffocating despair beneath her calm surface.
He took a few steps forward, his arms around Regina's waist, pulling her into his embrace. Regina buried her head in Douglas's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling the world quiet down at that moment. Douglas held her as they left the cemetery.
Back home, Regina developed a high fever and lay on the bed, sleeping heavily all day without any sign of waking up.
"Why hasn't the fever gone down?" Douglas asked the doctor beside him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Semona. We've already given her a fever-reducing injection. As long as she stays on the bed and sweats a little, she'll be fine," the doctor replied.
Douglas bent down and touched the woman's forehead. It was burning up, and her body was hot, but there was no sign of sweating.
In the midst of his anxiety, Charles called and said he had won the Azure Gateway Bridge project.
"Thank you, Douglas. Let's have a meal together if you're available."
Douglas replied without enthusiasm, "No need."
"Is it because something happened to Regina again?" Charles always thought Douglas was emotionally "stable," the kind of person who wouldn't be shaken even if the world collapsed, and there was hardly anything that could shake his emotions. But since he got married, his emotions have been up and down several times.
As Douglas remained silent, Charles guessed, and the doctor who had finished taking Regina's temperature gave Douglas some instructions on the side, such as paying attention to rest, drinking more water, and eating light, nutritious food.
Charles finally understood what had made Douglas seem so uninterested. "Is Regina running a fever?" he tried to comfort him. "It's okay, a fever is not a big problem. Just sweat a little, and she will be fine."
Douglas looked at the person on the bed, "She has already been given a fever-reducing injection, but she has not sweat all day."
Charles coughed lightly, "In my experience, there is a way."
"Go ahead."
"Just make love."
Charles hadn't finished speaking when the call suddenly ended. He stared at the phone screen with a frustrated expression, thinking he was clearly serious. The last time one of his women had a fever, he made her sweat.
Douglas waited patiently. Around 9 p.m., Regina finally opened her eyes and woke up. She moistened her chapped lips, and a cup of warm water was handed to her bedside. Regina sat up on the bed, took the water from Douglas, and slowly drank the whole cup after thanking him.
Then she turned her head and looked at the night scene outside the French window.
Her gaze seemed to lose focus, becoming empty and distant. These days, Regina didn't feel like talking much, and Douglas let her be. He silently accompanied her, giving her everything she needed silently.
"You've been sleeping all day. How about getting up and eating something?"
Regina nodded, pulled up the blanket, and got out of bed. She felt weak, and her feet on the ground felt like stepping on cotton balls. She endured the dizziness and sat at the dining table.
They sat down to eat, but the table was full of ten dishes, all with a light taste.
Regina didn't have much of an appetite while eating, but she knew she needed to eat more to fill her stomach. The dining room was quiet, with only the sound of the two of them eating. Douglas watched Regina eat seriously, scooped a bowl of soup, and put it next to her hand.
"Mrs. Semona."
His voice suddenly broke the quiet atmosphere of the dining room, and Regina stiffly raised her head, her swollen eyes staring at him, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"You still have me."
