Page 67 of Seduced by Her Billionaire Fake Fiancé

“You took a huge hit.” He swallowed; his voice unrecognizable. “You literally flew through the air.”

“I remember,” she said, frowning. “You saw?”

“Yes. I saw.” But a doctor entered then, and Max stepped backwards, fading into the background as a team of medical professionals began to assess Andie, now that she was properly awake.

Max called her father first.He hadn’t told Conrad about the accident before then. He hadn’t been able to bear breaking that news to the older man, who’d been through so much, until he knew for sure what Andie’s prognosis was.

Maybe that was the wrong decision.

If things had gone badly for her, Conrad would have wanted to be with his daughter, but Max had done what he’d known Andie would have wanted.

Because that was all that mattered to him.

Now that she was awake, he made the call, starting with the reassurance that Andie was okay, before explaining carefully what had happened the night before.

Had it really only been last night?

Max felt as though he’d lived an eternity of hell in the past twelve hours.

He dropped his head forward, and for the first time in many years, felt his emotions grow well out of his control.

Andie was exhausted.She’d been examined by doctors, taken for more scans, then her father had been at the hospital, and he’d stayed for hours, as though he couldn’t quite accept that she was okay. He kept asking every doctor and nurse that happened to be on the ward for reassurance, needing each machine reading to be explained to him, and shaking his head, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had happened.

And in the background of it all, there was Max.

Watching her.

Silent.

Exhausted-looking.

Inexplicable.

While her brain had been foggy at first, when she’d first woken, everything had pieced back together now.

She remembered.

And all she could think was that there was a misplaced sense of guilt in Max. A trigger memory because of Antonio.

She didn’t want him here under those circumstances.

It was like rubbing salt in the wound.

But almost as soon as her father had left, the police arrived to take her statement.

Max had been there for that too, and he’d added his own witness statement, which was interesting to Andie, because it answered at least one of her questions.

“So, you were on the street at the same time?”

“I left the building a few minutes after Andie, but I was rushing to catch up with her.”

Her heart stammered.

“I saw it happen.”

Her heart cracked.

Because she knew what pain that must have caused him.

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