Chapter 756

The group descended the stairs with barely contained excitement. Their footsteps automatically softened as they approached Preston Sinclair's private ward.

Evelyn's wheelchair moved soundlessly. Only the rhythmic beeping of medical monitors broke the silence.

Preston appeared peaceful in sleep, his complexion significantly improved from earlier. A healthy flush had replaced his previous pallor.

Five figures and one doctor formed a tight circle around the hospital bed, studying the sleeping tycoon with intense focus.

Their unblinking stares seemed to search for something invisible.

Isabella, Natalie, and Sebastian exchanged silent glances, mentally debating Preston's attractiveness compared to Nathan Blackwood.

While lacking Nathan's striking features, Preston's gentle demeanor gave him an undeniable charm that balanced the scales.

They communicated through subtle facial expressions, careful not to disturb the patient.

Preston's eyelids fluttered suddenly.

The room collectively held its breath.

A flicker of alarm crossed Preston's features as he awoke. His body tensed visibly.

The unexpected reaction froze everyone in place. Isabella, Natalie, and Sebastian bowed deeply in unison.

Evelyn and the doctor exchanged startled looks.

"Thank you, Mr. Sinclair, for saving Evelyn!" the trio chorused.

Confusion clouded Preston's sleep-fogged eyes. His face drained of color as his lips pressed into a thin line.

The shock was unmistakable.

Evelyn cleared her throat sharply. "Lower your voices!" she hissed. "You're frightening him!"

At her words, Preston's tension visibly eased. Recognition dawned in his eyes.

"Evelyn?" His voice emerged rough but warm.

She met his gaze with a genuine smile. "Mr. Sinclair, these are my friends - Isabella, Natalie, and Sebastian."

Preston managed a weak smile. "Hello..."

Natalie spoke quickly. "We came to thank you properly, Mr. Sinclair. We'll leave you to rest now. Dinner's on us when you recover!"

Isabella nodded agreement.

With synchronized movements, the trio retreated toward the exit, moving with exaggerated care.

Preston blinked in bewilderment.

The doctor exhaled in relief as the door closed behind them.

Evelyn started to follow when Preston's fingers twitched. His gaze locked onto her.

"Were you worried about me?" His voice carried a melodic tenderness.

Her breath caught. The unspoken answer hung between them - obvious yet dangerous.

The doctor took the hint and discreetly exited.

Alone now, Evelyn couldn't avoid the question. Preston had nearly died for her.

She met his eyes with deliberate calm. "Everyone was concerned when you collapsed."

Disappointment shadowed Preston's face. "You're still keeping me at arm's length."

The observation struck true. Evelyn stiffened momentarily before offering a sincere smile.

"Alright. Yes, I was very worried about you, Mr. Sinclair."