“Sabi,” he panted, voice strained. “God, that feels amazing… you’re so good.”
We were so caught up in each other, the world around us disappeared.
“I told you guys, Caelan’s recovery ability is absolutely beyond imagination. Yesterday he was still so weak, today he’s definitely-” Peter’s voice boomed down the hallway, growing louder with each step.
My blood turned to ice. I was still positioned between Caelan’s legs, my mouth wrapped around him. Every muscle in my body seized as the unmistakable sound of footsteps approached the room.
“But the doctor clearly said he needs at least a week before he can get out of bed and move around. Don’t be too optimistic,” Leon’s voice countered, just as loud.
“Could you two please stop shouting in the hospital? This is a patient ward, not your office!” Scarlett’s sharp reprimand echoed off the walls.
I tried to pull away, but my body refused to cooperate. Panic flooded my system as I heard the door handle turn.
Caelan reacted with lightning speed. His eyes snapped open, instantly alert. In one fluid motion, he gently but quickly withdrew from my mouth while his other hand grabbed the blanket.
‘Easy,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he covered himself and smoothed my disheveled hair. His palm pressed against my shoulder, guiding me down beside his leg under the covers.
The door swung open.
“Wait, isn’t this Sable’s bag? Scarlett’s voice rang out before anyone could say hello.
I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath.
“Sable was here? When? We didn’t see her downstairs just now,’ Leon said, his confusion evident.
Peter stepped closer to examine the treats. “And these macarons look really fresh. Must have been delivered recently.”
Caelan’s voice came out remarkably steady. “She stopped by about half an hour ago. Brought some comfort food.”
He coughed once, masking the slight breathlessness that remained. “The nurse called her to the office to fill out some visitor paperwork, so she stepped out.”
Under the blanket, I pressed myself against his thigh, trying to make myself as small as possible. My heart hammered so loudly I was certain they could hear it.
Peter moved closer to the bed, his sharp eyes scanning Caelan’s form. “Hey Caelan, what’s with that weird bulge under your covers? Hiding some treasure in there?”
God, no. Please no.
Leon grinned and joined Peter’s investigation. “Ha! Don’t tell me Sable’s actually hiding under there. You two wouldn’t be that bold, would you?
He reached out as if to lift the blanket. I nearly stopped breathing entirely.
You guys have way too much imagination.” Caelan actually laughed, patting the blanket casually. “This is the hospital’s thick thermal blanket. The nurse just added it.”
His leg shifted slightly, giving me more space while making the bulge look more like rumpled fabric.
“I really need rest right now. You should head back and handle pack business.”
Leon plopped down in the visitor’s chair with zero awareness of the hint. “But we just got here. Plus it’s raining outside, so we’re in no rush.”
He stretched his arms above his head, settling in for a long visit.
Scarlett poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher. “Let us keep you company. You must be so bored here alone. And when Sable comes back, we can all chat together.”
The trapped air under the heavy blanket was becoming stifling. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I struggled to breathe quietly through my nose.
“By the way, Caelan,” Peter leaned against the wall, “I heard Lucian was behind the attack on you. Want me to look into it?”
Caelan’s right hand clenched into a fist. His growing irritation was palpable.
I could feel the heat building under the covers. My stomach churned from the stuffiness, and I desperately needed fresh air.
After several more minutes of Caelan’s increasingly obvious hints to leave, the three finally moved toward the door.
“Alright, we’ll let you rest,” Scarlett said reluctantly.
Leon’s hand was already on the door handle when it happened.
The trapped air, the stress, the awkward position-everything combined to create the perfect storm. My stomach rebelled, and before I could stop it, a loud burp escaped.
‘BURP!
The sound echoed through the silent room like a gunshot.
Every footstep stopped. The silence stretched so tight it felt ready to snap.
“That sound…” Peter turned slowly, his eyes widening. “Caelan, that didn’t come from your direction.”
Leon released the door handle, pointing directly at the suspicious blanket mound. “Why is the blanket moving? It was completely still before!
Scarlett’s eyes lit up with sudden understanding. “I knew something felt off… Could it really be…”
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All three of them advanced on the bed like hunters closing in on prey
I knew it was over. There was no hiding ymore Taking a shaky breath, I slowly emerged from under the blanket, my chestnut hair appearing first in complete disarray
Then my face followed-red as a ripe tomato from embarrassment and heat.
I looked at the thire shocked faces staring down at me and managed a weak wave,
Peter’s jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. ‘Holy shit.”
Leon stood hosen, his eyes bulging out of his head.
Scarlett covered her mouth with both hands, but I could see her eyes dancing with barely contained laughter.
On God Of God, oh God, oh God.
Scarlett was the first to react, her quick wit kicking in to save us both.
Ahem… She cleared her throat loudly, breaking the suffocating silence, “We didn’t see anything.”
A mischievous grin spread across her face as she winked at us. Absolutely nothing at all.”
1 scrambled to crawl out from under the blanket, my movements clumsy and desperate. My legs tangled in the heavy fabric as I tried to extract myself. The blood rushed to my face so fast I was certain I’d pass out from embarrassment.
My hands flew to my hair, trying frantically to smooth down the wild strands that stuck out in every direction. My dress was wrinkled and twisted, and I tugged at the fabric with shaking fingers.
Could this get any more humiliating?
Peter’s eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he studied Caelan with obvious delight
“So…” He dragged out the word, his tone dripping with suggestion. “This is what you call needing bed rest?”
Leon joined in immediately, his grin widening. “Yeah, you look like you’re recovering just fine. He paused for dramatic effect. “Plenty of energy to spare.”
Carlan remained completely unruffled. He calmly adjusted the blanket to cover his lower half, his expression as composed as if we’d been discussing the weather
“Next time, knock. His voice was steady, matter of fact.
Scarlett burst into laughter. We did knock! We knocked several times!
She clutched her stomach, laughing even harder. But you two were obviously too… focused to hear us.”
Peter nodded with mock seriousness. Indeed. This treatment method seems remarkably effective,”
He turned to Leon with an exaggerated professional tone. We should definitely recommend this therapy to the medical staff.
Heat continued to flood my cheeks. I couldn’t bring myself to look any of them in the eye. Instead, I busied myself straightening my clothes and avoiding all eye contact.
Caelan’s gaze found mine, and his expression softened into something tender and warm.
“Of course I’m recovering quickly,” he said, his voice gentle but carrying enough volume for everyone to hear. I have the world’s best fianc?e taking care of me.”
But then his expression shifted, a cold smirk replacing the warmth as he turned back to Peter and Leon.
“At least I have a relationship to show off,” he said with icy satisfaction. “Unlike certain people who can only stand on the sidelines being bitter.
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