Chapter 92

Summer’s cheeks were reddish fair and her skin was delicate—it was almost spotless. Her eyelashes were so long that they looked like fans. Jazz took a couple of deep breaths. He could smell an ever so lightly orange fragrance. She seemed to be sound asleep, yet felt a little uncomfortable. She spontaneously frowned. He looked at her for a long time. He then carefully put his hand around her to draw her head to him so that she now rested on his shoulder. He did it so gently and quietly lest she wake up. She was leaning on him, but he never felt it heavy. All he knew was that his heart was pounding crazily. How good it would be if this could go on indefinitely. He could have what he had been wanting all this while. …… The attending doctor walked out of the emergency room, feeling relieved. “She is out of coma, Mr. Valentine.” Mark sprung to his feet, but barely kept his eyes open. “How is her condition?” He had not slept for two days. His voice was hoarse like a xylophone, yet it