Remarry

The man settled into the plush armchair, his lean, youthful frame sinking into the soft cushions. His gray-colored eyes, piercing and intense, gazed silently into the crackling flames dancing in the fireplace, casting a warm glow on his chiseled features. His jet-black hair, perfectly messy, framed his pale face, accentuating his sharp jawline and high cheekbones.

As he sat there, lost in thought, a faint voice broke the silence, and he turned to face his wife. His eyes, though tired, sparkled with warmth as he took in her worried expression. A gentle smile spread across his lips, reassuring and calming, as he gestures for her to join him.

With a subtle nod, she approached, her eyes never leaving his face. He patted the cushion beside him, inviting her to sit. As she settled in, he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. His slender fingers, though frail, exuded a sense of strength and protection.

Despite his obvious illness, his young face retained a striking handsomeness, a sign to his natural charm. The soft firelight danced across his features, highlighting the sharp angles and planes of his face, making him look almost ethereal.

His gray eyes, though sunken, shone with a deep warmth, a sense of love and devotion that belied his fragile physical state. " Must you really work with the Harrisons? I don't like this one bit. ''

The man smiled at his wife's worried look. " Flora, dear, please calm down. Everything going to be fine. I'll get healed soon, please don't worry about me anymore. "

His wife bit her lips as she tried to hold back tears that threatened to fall. " Please, don't do this to me, Jack. " Her voice wavered a little as she spoke.

She knew better than anyone that her husband wasn't going to get well soon enough. Even though she was a doctor herself, she wasn't able to save her husband's life. She berated herself for being utterly useless, and unable to heal her own husband.

She hated the Harrisons with passion, and wished he'd never gotten mixed up with them. She lost someone she loved all because of 'partnering' up with them. She was loosing another.

The operation it'll take to work on her husband is quite tricky and can't be handled by just anyone. She knew her capabilities. She couldn't risk her husband dying faster because of a failed operation.

" Why are you suddenly so quiet, my love?'' he asked with a soft chuckle.

" Are you finally able to reach out to her?" She asked in a very low tone, there wasn't any hint of hope as she spoke.

" I'm afraid not. You know how hard it can get to actually track her down." He replied with a cheerful smile hoping to relieve the tension in the room.

Flora looked displeased by the news and folded up her arms. She needed to find her as soon as possible, and she was willing to do anything to find her in order to save her husband's life.

' I'll just have to forcefully track her down, and make sure she gets my husband treated. We're willing to pay up any amount. She's the most unique and exquisite surgeon in the world. And at this rate, she's the only one who can save him.' She could use her exceptional hacking skills to track her, or maybe hack her phone to check for her schedules and maybe work on it, and sending messages to her personal email.

" I see." She replied with a sad smile. " Your special treatment will commence, my dear. Use the medicines I've provided you properly, I'll be heading for work now."

" No, please, they're so gross." He frowned in displeasure.

" So you want me to force you to take your medicine, silly?" She slapped his hand playfully and he retaliated by pinching her nose.

" Jack!" She chuckled and quickly slapped his hand away and rubbed her nose.

" Let me cherish this moments with you, my love." Jack replied with a cheerful smile.

" You're making me emotional again…" she tried to hold back her tears but it came pouring out like water from a broken dam.

Jack's gentle soul couldn't bear the sight of his wife's tears, he leaned in close, his hands cradling her face for years. His fingers, strong yet soft, lifted her chin with care, Making her meet his gaze, his eyes locked on hers with love to share.

His face, a work of art, chiseled and fine,

High cheekbones, nose straight, and lips that curved divine.His gray eyes, Sparkled with warmth, his love for her, forever true.

"Look into my eyes, my love," he whispered low,

She obeyed, and saw his smile, her heart began to glow. "I'll be fine," he whispered, his voice a gentle breeze, That soothed her soul, and calmed her pleas.

His lips, a rosebud's promise, grazed hers with tender touch, Sending shivers down her spine, a love so strong and such. He leaned in closer, his breath a sweet caress, And kissed her softly, his love, in every tender press.

His lips, they danced with hers, a gentle, sweet sensation, A love so pure, so strong, in every soft, sweet shade. The world around them melted, leaving only their love, A flame that burned bright, sent from above.

Although, that wasn't their first time, She felt her heartbeat go insane from the kiss. Her heart pummelled against her ribcage so hard that she found herself gasping for air.

" J-Jack" she stuttered and touched her lips. The determination to save his life skyrocketed tenfold as she watched him chuckle ever so cooly.

" Stay, with me for a little while. I need to have a little chat with you concerning marriage." He coughed up afterwards, making a worried wife pat his back gently for comfort.

" What do you mean, Jack?" She asked with a shaky tone as she watched him turn serious. " There's a slight chance that I'm not going to survive this illness, so I…" he paused for a moment gazing intently at his wife.

"I want you to find love and remarry"