Chapter 3
“What did you just call me?” Yunia’s voice trembled.
“Yuni“-the nickname only Matteo used when they were dating.]]
Matteo’s face changed dramatically. He immediately released her hand, his tone returning to cold indifference: “Don’t waste time. Joannie can’t wait.”
He raised his hand in signal, and two nurses immediately stepped forward to restrain Yunia.[]
“Matteo!” She struggled helplessly, watching as the needle pierced her vein. She had no strength left to resist.
“You bastard!” Yunia gritted her teeth, enduring the pain as she watched her bright red blood flow through the tube.[]
She suddenly remembered three years ago when she’d been in a car accident. Matteo had gone crazy searching the world for matching blood to save her. Since then, he’d never let her get hurt even a little.[]
Even Joannie–despite her inadequate qualifications–had been hired into the company specifically because her blood type matched Yunia’s, kept as a backup blood bank.
She’d once thought that was proof of his love.]
But now, for Joannie’s sake, he was personally draining her blood![]
“The patient needs more blood!” the doctor said urgently.]
Matteo didn’t hesitate: “Keep drawing.“||]
Yunia was already anemic. Her vision kept going black, but she could clearly hear the nurses‘ whispered gossip.
“I heard Miss Joannie hemorrhaged from a ruptured corpus luteum…‘
“Tsk, I heard that too. When she was brought in, her clothes weren’t even properly on. They were playing way too rough…“[]
Yunia suddenly laughed, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
She closed her eyes. Just before her consciousness faded completely into darkness, the last thing she heard was Matteo’s ice–cold voice:
“Not enough. Draw another 200cc.”
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When Yunia woke again, she stared up at the hospital’s stark white ceiling.
Matteo sat beside her bed. Seeing her eyes open, he immediately leaned over, his fingers gently touching her forehead, his voice impossibly tender: “You’re awake? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?“]]
Yunia looked at him quietly, her gaze seeming to penetrate his disguise.
“Is Joannie out of danger?” she asked directly.[]
Matteo’s movement froze, something unnatural flickering in his eyes: “That’s something my alternate personality would care about. I
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don’t know.”
He took her hand, his fingertips gently caressing the back of it. “Right now I just want to stay with you.“[]
Matteo Jackson, you’re still acting.
Yunia pulled her hand away, too exhausted even to pretend anymore. She closed her eyes and said nothing.
Perhaps out of guilt, over the next few days Matteo took care of her with meticulous attention.[
He personally fed her, got up in the middle of the night to tuck her in, even postponed board meetings just to accompany her to checkups.
But every night, he still disappeared.]
Yunia followed him a few times. She stood outside Joannie’s hospital room, watching through the glass window as Matteo sat by the bed, his long fingers peeling an apple, feeding it to Joannie slice by slice.
“Yunia must be furious about being forced to donate blood to me, right?” Joannie asked with a sweet laugh. “Did you have to spend a long time pacifying her?“]
Matteo’s expression was indifferent: “She won’t blame me. She knows it’s the split personality.“]
Joannie triumphantly hooked her arms around his neck: “Thank god you came up with this plan. Now we can be together openly.“[]
She leaned close to his ear, her voice syrupy sweet: “Promise me you’ll never tell her the truth. I want to stay by your side forever.
Matteo didn’t respond, just continued cutting the apple into small pieces to feed her.
But Joannie took the initiative to unbutton her hospital gown, pulling Matteo’s hand to her chest, her red lips pressing against his throat: “I’ll satisfy you forever, play along with whatever games you want…“]]
Her hand lightly traced his waistband: “You can give her your love and give me your body. Win–win, isn’t it perfect?”
Matteo still didn’t answer, but suddenly gripped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.
Soon he took control, pressing Joannie down beneath him.
Yunia stood outside the door, enduring the pain in her chest as she turned to leave, but accidentally bumped into a passing nurse.[]
“Bang!” The tray in the nurse’s hands clattered to the floor.
The crash of the overturned cart startled the people in the room.]
“Who’s there?” Matteo barked sharply.
The door was yanked open. Matteo stood there disheveled, his face changing dramatically the moment he saw Yunia: “What are you doing here?”
