After My Death, the Love-struck CEO Begs for Reconciliation-Chapter 11

The roar of the engine echoed in my ears, followed by the noisy chatter of people and the beeping of machines.

The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, stimulating my nerves.

I regained a sliver of consciousness, barely opening my eyes to see the medical staff speaking heatedly about something.

"The emergency room is ready, Mr. Lancaster, we will begin the rescue immediately."

Julian Lancaster stood in front of me, casting a complex glance at me, and spoke coldly.

"Delay the rescue for a moment, Serena has just been frightened, she needs a calming incense treatment first, take her to the fragrance room."

The doctors were stunned by this request.

"But Miss Everard is seriously injured, if we don’t operate immediately, she could suffer permanent olfactory damage! She’s already lost a lot of blood, and now you want her to go for fragrance therapy, it could be life-threatening for her!"

"The only reason I brought her to the hospital is to comfort Serena. So, regardless of any life-threatening situations, I just want Serena to be happy! The surgery must be delayed, I can sign the critical condition notice, I am her fiancé!"

Word by word, like poison-tipped icicles, pierced fiercely into my chest, making me want to die from the pain.

I watched helplessly as I was pushed into the cold fragrance room instead of the emergency room.

A void and powerless aching sensation slowly flooded me, in a daze, the feeling of death descended upon me once more.

I slowly closed my eyes, hearing the nurse’s pitying sighs.

"A fiancé not saving his fiancée’s life, but rather making her prepare fragrance for another woman. Alas, it seems he has no love for her at all. If she knew all of this while awake, she would surely regret loving him, right?"

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, sliding into my hair, unnoticed by anyone.

Before completely losing consciousness, only one final thought remained in my mind.

Yes, I regret it.

Regret meeting him, regret falling in love with him, regret being infatuated for so many years.

I deeply regret ever loving Julian Lancaster.

I didn’t expect to still be alive.

I forced my heavy eyelids open, seeing my assistant Anna changing my bandages, I momentarily thought it was a dream.

"Clara, you’re awake? That’s wonderful, the doctor said if you were brought in half an hour later, you wouldn’t have made it, you’re so lucky. Quickly, lie back down, you must rest well during this time."

Hearing this concerned voice, I finally became fully aware, realizing I had narrowly escaped death once again.

For a moment, emotions welled up inside me, filling me with a mix of laughter and tears.

Once I regained my senses, I hired a caregiver, who attended to my daily needs.

No one came to disturb me, as my body gradually recovered and my mood turned from gloomy to cheerful.

Occasionally, when the doctor made rounds, after checking my condition, they would casually inquire.

"You were so badly injured, hasn’t your fiancé come to take care of you these days?"

"Was the person who brought you to the hospital that day really your fiancé?"

In response to their questions, I only had one reply.

"He is not my fiancé, I am single."