?Chapter 836:


    It was now just me and Jett alone in the room.


    Jetty there, unconscious. His cheeks were flushed. That meant that not only was he enduring the pain caused by his injury, but he was also being tormented by the effects of the aphrodisiac.


    A wave of guilt and regret surged through me as I stood by his bedside. “I’m so sorry, Jett. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be suffering like this,” I said, sobbing.


    Surprisingly, it turned out that Jett wasn’tpletely unconscious, and he had heard me.


    With what seemed like a great effort, he managed to pry his eyes open. His voice filled with pain as he managed to say, “Don’t… don’t shed tears for me. If… if your mother hadn’t rescued me, I would have been dead a long time ago.” A faint smile curved his lips, and he continued, “Besides… it would be my honor… to die for you.”


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    My heart clenched at Jett’s words, a storm of emotions leaving me paralyzed between gratitude and despair.


    How could fate be so cruel? After everything Jett had sacrificed for me, was I destined to watch him slip away on this godforsaken ind?


    With tears brimming in my eyes, I gazed at his broken form on the bed. His chest barely rose with each shallow breath, his life force ebbing away like a receding tide. Unlike me, he didn’t have the healing abilities…


    Wait! Healing ability!


    The realization hit me like a thunderbolt, sending electricity through my veins. My heart leaped with newfound hope.


    “Jett!” I shook him desperately, my voice trembling with urgency. “Jett, I’ve figured it out! I can save you!”


    The memory shed through my mind—how my milk had once healed Dominic.


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    Could my blood hold the same miraculous power?


    This might actually work!


    In a heartbeat, I scanned the small room until my gaze locked onto a surgical scalpel. I snatched it up, drawing the de across my palm without hesitation. The steel bit deep, crimson droplets springing forth like rubies.


    With trembling fingers, I guided my bleeding hand to Jett’s lips, watching each precious drop fall into his mouth.


    Each moment stretched into infinity as I held my breath, my prayers a silent mantra in the sterile air.


    Then, like dawn breaking through darkness, it happened!


    Color flooded back into his ghostlyplexion, spreading like watercolor on canvas. Within moments, his chest rose and fell with strong, steady breaths, as if death had neverid its cold fingers upon him.


    “That’s amazing!”


    Joy erupted in my chest, but before I could celebrate, Jett’s eyes snapped open. His gaze burned into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, my pulse quickening beneath his scrutiny.


    I retreated instinctively, unnerved. “Why… why are you looking at me like that? I just saved you!”


    Jett seemed deaf to my words, his eyes zed with an uncontroble intensity. Rising barefoot from the bed, he advanced with predatory grace, each step heavy with tension that made my pulse race wildly.


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