NovelOnlineChapter 339
In a wheelchair.
Before | could say anything, he pressed the control and sped away.
“Wait!” | called after him, Emma still in my arms.
Blake's POV
| increased my wheelchair’s speed, ignoring the voice behind me.
I'd cto the airport just to catch a glimpse of her. After a month apart, | needed to see her face.
| hadn't expected her to recognizeso easily despite the mask hiding most of my face.
A bitter feeling settled in my chest. Maybe I'd underestimated how well she knew me. Maybe she could identify
If I'd shown her even a fraction of that attentiveness during our marriage, would things have turned out
differently?
Audrey's POV
“Blake Parker, stop! What happened to your leg?” | called as | chased the wheelchair.
A month ago, he'd stepped into an animal trap meant for me. Now he was in a wheelchair. The connection
seemed obvious.
“Mommy, putdown!” Emma squirmed in my arms. “I can find Auntie Astrid by myself!”
| hesitated, glancing toward the exit where Astrid stood.
‘I won't get lost,” Emma insisted. “You need to catch up to him!”
| set her down gently. “Go straight to them, okay?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Don’t worry!” She nodded solemnly and took off toward Astrid.
As | turned to pursue Blake, Ethan rushed pastand cut off the wheelchair’s path.
‘Hold up,” he said, gripping the armrest firmly. ‘Someone's trying to talk to you.”
‘Let go,” Blake snapped, glaring up at him.
| caught up, breathing hard. “Blake! Why are you running? What happened to your leg?”
Ethan looked between us, surprised. “Blake? Blake Parker?”
Blake just frowned, refusing to answer.
‘Are you sure it's him?” Ethan asked me, doubt creeping into his voice. “Evelyn, | think you might be mistaken.”
“It's definitely him.” | stepped in front of the wheelchair, catching my breath. “Blake. Take off the mask.”
He let out a sigh.
“Mrs. Knox, he finally said. “Been a while.”
Ethan's jaw dropped at the sound of his voice.
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“What happened to your leg?” | asked directly.
| hated owing people favors, especially Blake Parker. But there's a difference between not wanting to be in
someone's debt and pretending you don’t know
you are.
He had stepped into that trap foron Long Island. When we tried to visit him after, he'd refused to see us.
Now he was in a wheelchair. | couldn’t ignore the possible connection.
We locked eyes, neither of us backing down.
“Blake was in a car accident with me.”
Rachel appeared beside us, casually resting her hand on the wheelchair handle. “I should've been the one who
got hurt, but he pushedout of the way.”
She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a large patch of healing abrasions on her arm. “See? | only got scraped up.
Blake's leg took the worst of it.”
The wound was too extensive to be from sminor incident. | couldn't deny what | was seeing.
“He didn’t wantin a wheelchair for the wedding,” Rachel continued, “Said a long wedding dress doesn’t look
right with wheels. He'd rather be injured
himself.
She tilted her head. “Any other questions, Mrs. Knox?”
My nails dug into my palms. “No.”
| took a breath. “I was worried his injury might be from when he helpedlast month.”
‘Since it’s not... I'm glad.”
| grabbed Ethan’s arm and walked away.
Stupid. | should've known better.
Blake had made it clear we were done. If his leg really had been damaged saving me, he would've contacted
Adrian for compensation immediately. Why wait
a month?
Instead, I'd humiliated myself and been forced to hear about their perfect relationship in the process.
‘Audrey,’ Ethan whispered, “I saw Blake standing in sbusiness news last week. Don’t worry about that.”
| just nodded and walked faster.
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