67: RIGHT HERE AGAIN

  ARIEL'S POV   I opened my eyes, and Luke made his way inside the hospital room, making a phone call.   "Don't worry, my assistant will take care of that," he said, and then his conversation on the phone came to an end.   His eyes met mine. The both of us gazed at each other for quite a long time. It was as if time had frozen for this moment.   Luke couldn't take his eyes off me. I could see this passion in him. And somehow, I noticed a surge of guilt moving within him. Yes, his countenance said it all.   "You're finally awake," Luke said as he advanced toward me. "You know, I feel really sorry for you sometimes. First, you got shot in the stomach. Now this."   "I guess life just loves playing with me," I laughed, although I was not feeling too good.   "Why did you do it?"   "Do what?" I asked him.   "Why did you take poison for me?"   I sighed, averting my gaze. "Well, you're my husband. I can't just let you die."   "Seriously? That?" He raised an eyebrow.