Chapter 208

Dr. George Whitmore adjusted his glasses. "Spending more time talking to her could help with the awakening."

"Understood."

Sophia Laurent nodded in gratitude. As she turned to leave, she paused.

She bit her lip. "How is Alexander... doing?"

Dr. Whitmore's gaze flickered. "His brain condition is stable. Other injuries are being handled by specialists."

Sophia's fingers trembled slightly.

The answer couldn't be clearer—he was still unconscious.

Leaving the consultation room, Sophia lingered in the hallway before inexplicably heading toward the VIP ward.

Just a post-meal stroll, she told herself. And perhaps a glance at that breathtaking face.

"Madam!" A bodyguard's surprised voice called from behind.

Frowning, Sophia pushed the door open.

On the hospital bed, Alexander Valdemar instantly shut his eyes at the sound of movement.

His tall frame lay motionless, encased in plaster. The overhead light cast delicate shadows across his sharply defined features.

Sophia narrowed her eyes.

His complexion seemed rosier than last week?

When she'd last seen him, his handsome face had been nearly translucent with pallor. Now, a healthy flush tinted his skin, making his striking features even more mesmerizing.

"Tsk." She couldn't help murmuring. "If this were ancient times, you'd have caused wars between royal consorts."

Alexander's breath hitched.

The sweet scent of gardenias and freesia enveloped him, sparking an absurd realization—

Was she... just after his looks?

The Valdemar genes had always been exceptional, and he'd inherited the best from both parents. In his youth, this face had brought endless trouble before eventually becoming a symbol that struck fear in others.

Lost in thought, he heard her soft sigh again. "Wake up soon..."

The trailing note carried an indescribable melancholy.

If this dragged on much longer, she'd have to discuss divorce with the Patriarch.

After all, her baby bump was becoming harder to conceal.