Arwen felt numb all over. Was it the pain torturing her entire body, or was it him? She wasn''t sure. She knew just one thing: he had failed her today.

    She had no idea who was in the other car. It had crashed into hers, and maybe the other person was suffering just as much as she was, or even worse. But still, shouldn''t he have come to her side first? Saved her first? After all, she was not just anyone; she was his fiance?e, the one he had promised himself to.

    How could the other person be more important to him than her? Or maybe he hadn''t seen her?

    Yes, that could be possible. After all, she hadn''t been able to call him and tell him about the accident.

    "Ryan! I''m here too. Ryan!"

    With that thought in her mind, she tried to call out to him, to let him know of her presence—of her situation. But no matter how she called, her voice was nothing but a mumble. She had neither the energy to scream nor the strength to get out and walk to him. But somewhere deep down, she believed he would know, just as she always knew his every unspoken wish and call.

    But the moment she caught sight of the woman he was holding in his arms, she knew that he wouldn''t listen. Because around that one person, all his senses became jammed. His heart locked onto her, making no one else matter. Not even her—his fiance?e.@@@@

    Delyth Embers—the belle of Ryan Foster''s heart. With Delyth injured, how could he even notice her dying?

    Her smile turned mocking. All this time, she had been trying to justify his ignorance, forcing herself to believe that he came to save her... that maybe he didn''t come to her because he hadn''t seen her.

    But in reality, she was just manipulating herself once again into believing something impossible. How dedicated she was, wasn''t she?

    But what did her dedication bring her?

    His negligence. His lack of empathy.

    Arwen tried to open her eyes to see who it was, but they simply wouldn''t open. She didn''t have the strength.

    "You cannot die like this. Open your eyes, Arwen. Come on, open your eyes."

    That voice wasn''t clear, but she could hear the earnest plea in it. There was also a hint of anger, but she wasn''t sure at whom it was directed.

    Who was he? And why was he trying so earnestly to save her?

    She tried to figure it out, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn''t match his voice to anyone in her memory.

    But he knew her name, which meant he must have known her too.

    How did he find her?

    There were so many questions about him. But she had no answers. Nor was she in a state where she could find them.

    Could he be Ryan?

    "Arwen, can you hear me? Get up. Don''t sleep and don''t you dare die."

    She heard his call again and felt his arms tightening around her. That''s when she sensed the fear in his voice—the fear he was trying to hide behind his urgent, intimidating tone.

    She didn''t know who he was. But whoever he was, he was scared of losing her.