Bedmates Soulmates
CHAPTER 466

His heart sank when he saw a figure lying prone on the ground less than two metres away

from the car.

It was a woman

She was in a white dress.

Her face was completely covered by her long black hair.

She was lying there, motionless.

It was hard to tell if she was still breathing.

Luca was slightly relieved when he did not see any blood on the ground.

He walked over and paused in front of the woman.

He checked her pulse.

It was weak, but it was there.

She was not dead, which was great news.

Luca breathed out.

He bent his knees. 'Miss, can you hear me?"

The woman did not reply.

'I was going less than five km per hour. You can't have been hit that hard.' Luca tried to defend himself. 'Besides, I put on the turn signal. You came out of nowhere. There's no pedestrian crossing here.'

He remembered something he'd seen in the news recently. 'Are you doing this deliberately? For insurance money?"

The woman did not reply.

Luca sighed.

He lifted the woman with both arms and carried her towards the car. Luckily, the hospital's just down the road. We can get you a thorough check-up. If you're hurt, I'll pay for all the medical costs. But if you're fine, then I'm going to invite you back to the station for a long, long talk.'

He paused outside the car. 'Austyn, help me open the door."

Austyn reached over and opened the rear left car door.

Luca put the woman on the backseat.

Her hair had moved aside.

He got a good look at her face.

'What the fuck!'

Luca staggered backwards, almost landing on his ass.

Austyn looked a question at him. 'What's wrong

Luca looked like he had seen a ghost.

His eyes were wide open.

So was his mouth.

His finger shook as he pointed to the backseat. 'I think...I think that's..."

He swallowed hard. "That's Deborah."

Austyn scowled. 'What the h

are you talking about?'

Luca's throat had gone dry. 'See for yourself."

Austyn twisted around in his seat.

The woman on the backseat had her eyes closed.

Her long hair had fallen to one side.

Her face, a delicate oval shape, was pale but lovely.

And it was familiar.

Austyn stared at the mole under the corner of her left eye.

She wasn't a lookalike.

She was Deborah Connelly, the real deal.

She was Deborah Connelly, who died seven years ago.

Austyn blinked.

He looked out the window, sucked in a deep breath, and looked back again.

She was still there.

This was not a dreams

Austyn reached out to touch her, his hand trembling.

"Young Master refuses to let the doctor check on him till he sees you,' Martin said as he walked alongside Kira. 'I had no choice but to come and find you. I hope you don't mind." 'It's fine. I want to see him as well.'

"That's great."

They were stopped at the door by Gwen.

Kira locked eyes with her.

'Miss Reyes,' Martin said awkwardly. "Young Master wants to see Miss Hewitt. Please let her in.

Gwen bit her lower lip.

She was no longer the belligerent woman who slapped Kira this morning.

She had dark circles under her eyes and traces of tears on her face.

'Miss Hewitt, would you please do me a favour?"

'Depends on what it is."

Kira didn't hate Miss Reyes, but neither would she jump at the chance to help her.

'Young Mas Gideon's not doing so well. The doctor said he needs plenty of rest and shouldn't be agitated. When you talk to him, could you please...just be nice to him?' Kira hesitated before nodding. 'I will."

Gwen breathed out. 'Thank you."

She stepped aside.

Kira reached for the doorknob.

'Miss Hewitt."

Kira raised an eyebrow. 'Miss Reyes, is there something else?"

'About last night... Gwen lowered her head. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slapped you. That was wrong. Could you...could you forgive me, please?

She shuddered to think what Gideon would do to her if he knew she'd slapped his beloved.

Kira looked at her, surprised.

She really didn't resent Gwen for the slap.

Not because she was a masochist-she wasn't.

But because she felt guilty.

Gideon took the bullet for her.

She was indirectly responsible.

She probably would have slapped herself in self-reproach if Miss Reyes hadn't.

Beher My Life Than Yours

Better My Life Than Yours

'I forgive you,' she said evenly. 'Water under the bridge.'

"Thank you.' Gwen breathed out.

She opened her mouth and looked like she was about to say something, but in the end, she

held back.

'Miss Reyes, is there anything else?'

Gwen shook her head. 'No, Miss Hewitt.'

She stepped aside.

Kira pushed the door open.

Gideon opened his eyes the moment she walked in as if he could sense it was Kira

Kira.' He smiled weakly.

'How are you feeling?' Kira leaned down for a closer look at his face.

The ventilator tube had been removed from his nose and mouth.

His face was still bloodless, but his eyes had regained their old sparkle.

'I'll survive.' He fastened his gaze on her.

Kira sat down on a chair near the bed.

She was silent for a long while.

Gideon didn't rush her.

He was content with just watching her face, with having her by his side.

Kira debated with herself, then she finally asked, 'Why did you take the bullet for me?'

'I couldn't watch you die,' Gideon said simply.

'But you could have died.' Her voice shook.

It took a team of two surgeons, one anaesthesiologist and four nurses to perform the surgery last night.

One of the doctors told her afterwards that Gideon would have been declared dead on arrival if the bullet had struck him just a fraction of an inch to the left.

Gideon shrugged, wincing at the pain. 'Better me than you,'

Kira could no longer hold back her tears.

His words broke the dam.