Clara’s POV

When I opened my eyes, I saw Aaron sitting in a chair by the hospital bed.

He was resting his forehead on one hand, eyes closed.

He was actually staying by my side? A surge of smugness filled me—see, this man chose me in the end.

Years ago, I lied about being the one who saved him from the icy river. It seems that debt of gratitude still holds him at critical moments.

He’s mine. No one can take him from me. Especially since, when I was brought to the hospital, I asked a nurse, ...