Chapter 276 Why Must It Be Miss Carla (Part One)

"Yes, but just a little bit. Tell me then, is all of that true? Did you really put your life on the line just to save me?" Carla asked, staring intently straight into his eyes.

Without saying a word, Noah simply nodded gently.

Upon confirming it, Carla, with her arms wrapped around him, immediately hugged him much tighter and blurted out, "So you lied to me when you said you didn't love me. But why would you risk your life for someone like me? I'm not even a part of your family. If it's not love, then how would you explain it to me?"

What other reason would a man have for jumping at the jaws of death just to save a woman who wasn't even related to him other than being interested in her?

"Is that the only thing you were able to remember today? Is there anything else?" Noah tried to make sure, feeling quite anxious about it. She was already beginning to regain her memories little by little. He never would've thought it could go that fast.

Shaking her head, Carla just kept staring at him. Truth be told, she dreamt about a lot of things last night. However, the only thing she was able to recall upon seeing Noah was the part related to him. Everything else other than that was starting to get much hazier.

"Noah, you still haven't answered my question. You do have feelings for me deep in your heart, don't you? Be honest with me."

Rather than exerting herself and trying to think about the other details, Carla chose to ask Noah directly, giving him an expectant look.

Carla got the idea that she shouldn't just lose hope on pursuing the man who cared about her so much to the extent that he was more than willing to go out on a limb in order to save her.

It was a question which was much too hard for Noah to answer. He couldn't think of a way how to put it into words. That being said, the moment he caught a glimpse of Carla's pining eyes, right there and then, he understood what it was which he truly desired.

He was completely aware that the only reason Carla was feeling like that was because she was currently suffering from memory loss.

lking outside the ward.

"Send someone here to replace the door as soon as possible," Noah said over the phone, feeling quite annoyed, after dialing a number and calling one of his men. After hanging up, he gazed upon the empty corridor once more.

'Terence, as I have said before, I won't let you get her that easily.

At the end of the day, you're still not married to each other yet. That means you can't do anything to stop me from going after her, ' Noah pondered to himself.

Following that, he went back to the room and reassured Carla, "Everything's fine. It was just some random nutjob."

"Well, okay then." Glancing at the doorway, Carla stretched out her arm, patting the bed gently, gesturing for Noah to take a seat beside her. "Noah, would you please take me out tonight? Take me somewhere else, any place is better.

I'm getting sick and tired of eating hospital food. I really, really want to go out to have some decent food. Would you be kind enough to do me that favor?" Carla requested.

Taking a single glance at her injured leg, Noah couldn't do anything but shake his head as a bitter smile crept onto his face. "No, I'm really sorry, Carla. But I can't do that. Your leg still hasn't fully healed, so you shouldn't be moving around and straining yourself. What would you like to have for dinner? Pick anything. I'll just bring it to you," Noah replied.