Page 23 of King of Rage

Lucius studied his face. “Then what is it?”

Nial hesitated for a moment.

“It’s about Miss Gibson.”

Confusion immediately appeared on Lucius’s face.

“Stella?”

“Yes, sir. She’s in the hospital right now.”

The file in Lucius’s hand dropped onto the desk.

He pushed his chair back at once, the tension in his voice so sharp that Nial had never heard anything like it from him before.

Without wasting another second, Lucius headed for the hospital.

The drive seemed longer than usual. He kept checking his watch, his impatience growing with every passing minute. Even sitting still, he could feel the tension radiating through his body.

By the time they reached the hospital, Lucius was barely able to contain his impatience.

It was less than an hour before they were leaving the hospital again, but this time, they were not alone.

Stella was with them.

As soon as they entered the Frost mansion, Lucius carried her upstairs in his arms and carefully laid her down on the bed. One of the doctors followed them, still holding the IV line.

The doctor checked Stella once everything had been arranged and then removed the IV from her arm.

“This should be enough, Mr. Frost. She should wake up soon.”

Lucius didn't look even remotely reassured.

His eyes remained fixed on Stella, his expression filled with concern as he looked down at the woman lying motionless on the bed. She looked pale and exhausted, and to Lucius, she looked far worse than she actually was.

“Does she need any medicine?” he asked. “Give it to me.”

Nial stood nearby, watching him in silence.

He had seen Lucius lose some of the biggest deals of his life without showing even a fraction of the emotion he was displaying now. Seeing him this worried was something Nial had never witnessed before.

The doctor eventually left, and the maids came in to take care of Stella.

Later, when one of the maids invited Lucius to dinner, he refused. Instead, he remained beside Stella, sitting near her bed and waiting for her to wake up.

It was late at night by the time the maids had returned to their quarters, leaving the mansion quiet.

That was when Stella finally opened her eyes.

She blinked several times, her mind still hazy. The bed beneath her felt unfamiliar, and as she slowly looked around, confusion settled over her face.

“Where the hell am I...?” she whispered.

She turned her head and found Lucius sitting in a chair beside her bed.

Stella’s brows drew together as she looked around, her mind still clouded with sleep. The familiar room slowly came into focus, but nothing about waking up here made sense.

She was in Lucius’s bedroom?