The serene and gentle demeanor, just like her usual self.
Lucas Scott stood stiffly only a few steps away from her, his body seemingly encased in a cast, unable to take a step for a long time.
He moved his thin lips slightly, wanting to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, his throat felt choked, unable to utter a single word.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally walked to the side of the operating table, his trembling fingers touching Stella York's face lightly, like an electric shock, he quickly drew back.
The cold temperature of her cheeks deeply stimulated that nerve of Lucas Scott's, stretched to the limit.
Lucas's knees buckled, and with a thud, he knelt in front of Stella.
He grasped her hands tightly, holding on as if afraid that if he let go, she would disappear completely from his sight...
"You promised me you wouldn't leave me," Lucas's voice slowly rose, a deep voice tinged with suppressed sobs and hoarseness.
"..."
