Chapter 86

Fallon’s POV

I was crying and shaking at the venerable sight of him. It was all my fault. The more I looked at him and the patches of red on his skin, the more guilt I felt.

It was my fault that the man I loved so much was unconscious in such a horrible state.

If he hadn’t jumped in to save me, he would have been fine.

“Why did you have to jump in?” I cried, grabbing his hand and kissing it.

It had been hours since I pulled him inside the house and helped him to the bed. I had done everything from cleaning his sore skin to waiting, but he was yet to wake up.

Everything in me was hurting to see him just lying there, not moving. I wanted to call for help, but I couldn’t bear to leave his side.

No matter how hard I might have tried to deny it, it was impossible to say I didn’t love him.

I did, and at that moment of seeing him stagger and fall, I knew I would always love him.

I tenderly touched his face and squeezed his hand.