His Sweet Menace novel

---- "Charles, is it your heart?" I didn't care about anything else. But his heart? His heart I cared about. + I hurriedly urged him to take his medication, asking, " Where's your medication ? Charles, quick! Take your medication. Don't let your heart-" "Shay, you're the only one who pays such close attention to me." Seeing how anxious I was, Charles grabbed my hand, and his lips curled up into a smile. "Don't worry.

I'm fine for now." He didn't bring up Lilith again but intentionally changed the subject. "There's often a chance of rejection after a heart transplant. Back then, the donor's heart matched me perfectly. It was a rare blessing." I lowered my eyes when I heard this. "That's right. You really should be thankful to the donor. I heard that he forced himself to stay awake long enough to sign the organ donor consent form while they were trying to save him." "Yeah.

He had a sudden accident, and they didn't manage to save him. His family didn't seem to be doing well financially , so he was likely donating his heart so he could leave some money behind for his family that he cared about." ---- Charles was the scion of the Bowman family. Anyone who donated a heart to him would naturally be given a large sum of money. "Indeed .

If it weren't for those he cared about, who would be willing to leave this world while missing a body part?" I couldn't help but sigh as I deliberately avoided Charles' gaze. Charles couldn't see my expression, so he just continued, "I heard that he had a newlywed bride. She was very young, too... What a shame. The money probably went to her. It should be enough for her to live out the rest of her life comfortably." My eyes misted over, and I heard myself say, "I think he must've loved his wife deeply-very, very deeply." "Do you think his wife would ever remarry?" Charles suddenly asked me that question.