GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

Oscar rolled a chair and placed it next to Courney’s bed. He sat down, holding Courney’s hands, and began recounting his military exploits, laughing as he remembered the pranks played on newcomers and the escapades they had to go to clubs.

The day they removed Courney’s medical devices, the whole family and friends were present. Dexter was in a wheelchair, and Janna, who had been prescribed rest, insisted so much that poor Freed had no choice but to bring her.

The doctor, along with two nurses, proceeded to remove the devices. Courney was examined: she had regained her color, was breathing well, and the stitches were healing. However, she still didn’t wake up. Hours passed, and nothing happened. The doctor informed them that her recovery was going well, but it depended on Courney waking up.

That day, she showed no signs of response, and everyone left the hospital with sadness in their eyes.

A week passed, then a month. Lindsey and Oscar took turns caring for her. Physically, Courney was fine, but every day, doctors entered to conduct tests, always with the same response: ‘It’s in Mrs. Courney’s hands to wake up.’

One morning, Oscar woke up depressed and tired of sleeping on the hard sofa. He sat down, stared at Courney without any expression, tears welling up in his eyes. Frustrated and tired of speaking kindly to her, he stood up, approached her, and decided to express what was on his mind at that moment.

“Courney, you’re wicked! You enjoy making people suffer for you. Your sister and I have been stuck to this damn bed for over a month,” he sighed from the depths of his being. “If you don’t wake up before I leave through that door, I swear I won’t let your sister enter this room, and I’ll stop loving you. I’ll speak ill of you to our daughter, and I promise you that I’ll hate you for the rest of my life.”

Oscar’s words were filled with resentment linked with sadness. He paced around the room for a few minutes, then approached and gave her a tender kiss on her lips, whispering, “Goodbye, Courney.” As he was about to turn the doorknob to leave the room, he heard:

“Are you really going to let me be Oriana’s mom?”

She spoke weakly, dragging out each word. Oscar felt a shiver run through his body. Unable to hold back more tears, this time of joy, he turned around and wasted no time in rushing towards Courney.

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Courney, with a pained expression, said, “Thank you for being here and taking care of me all this time, but don’t hug me so hard; my body hurts.”

“So, you heard my laments and stories and did nothing to wake up,” he expressed with reproach in his words as he pulled away from her.

“I could hear them. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, preventing me from doing so. I wanted to move my hands, but my body wouldn’t react. Just now, I heard you, but I don’t know how to explain it. I felt your kiss and tried again,” she felt her throat dry, and her voice was weak and almost in a mumble. “I’m thirsty.”

At that moment, the door opened, and it was Lindsey. Seeing Courney with her eyes open, she covered her mouth and approached the bed, hugging her with affection. Although Courney felt her body sore, she gladly let herself be embraced by her sister.

“I’ll go get a doctor and some water for you, my love,” Oscar said, leaving the room.

Five minutes later, several doctors entered, took them out of the room, and examined the patient.

Lindsey started calling everyone and telling them that her sister had finally woken up. Later, the two of them entered, and Oscar explained to Courney what happened after she was shot, about their baby, and that Fabricio had been sentenced to death for all the crimes he had committed-no longer there to torment them.

Courney sobbed with emotion at the thought of her poor baby. Lindsey held her hands as a form of support. When she stopped crying, she fell asleep.

Two days later, Courney was discharged and returned home. Everyone was there waiting for her.

“My girl, you can’t imagine the joy this old heart feels to see you recovered,” expressed Antonella with teary eyes, embracing her.

“Grandma, thank you for the love you showed me from the day I set foot in your house.”

Each person present greeted her warmly.

“Thank you all for the love you have shown me. Now I know what it’s like to be in a real family,” she expressed with deep emotion in every word.

Oscar appeared with Oriana in his arms, who recognized Courney and reached out her arms for her to pick her up.

She happily received her and showered her with kisses.

“Before you all, I want to make a request,” Oscar stood in front of Courney with a special sparkle in his eyes and asked, “Courney, would you accept being Oriana’s mother and my wife?”

Courney juggled Oriana from side to side and replied, “Yes! I am in love with this little girl.”

Everyone burst into laughter at the stunned look on Oscar’s face; that wasn’t the answer he expected.

Courney turned and handed the child to Grandma Gabriela, then gave a big smile and approached Oscar, giving him a tender kiss without caring about the stares of those present.

“Of course, I’ll marry you, my hero. You’re the most perfect man in the world; no one compares to you.”

“There you are wrong because Kyle is the only Adonis on this earth, and there is no one more perfect than him,” she said, pouting, her cheeks turning red from the embarrassment she felt as she saw the amused faces of the people looking at her.

“No! Her husband can’t be compared to my passionate Freed; I have the evidence,” Janna interrupted, rubbing her pronounced belly.

Everyone burst into laughter and enjoyed the moment.