Chapter 222

Kieran's POV:

He let out a sigh of relief and slumped against the couch again. I sat in silence with him for a while. To be honest, it is not only him who can breathe when I am around, it's the same case for me.

"Has your hand healed well?" He asked out of nowhere.

I blinked, startled by the sudden question. “What?”

He turned his face toward me, eyes half-lidded, softer now. “Your hand,” he said again, nodding toward where it rested on my thigh. “You punched the mirror. Back then.”

My fingers twitched slightly. “Yeah,” I muttered, flexing my hand unconsciously. “It healed.”

He nodded slowly. “Good.”

We sat in silence again but this time there was nothing heavy about it. To be honest, I wanted the time to stay still.

Adrien shifted slightly, his head rolling to the side so he could look at me through those half-lidded eyes. His voice came out softer now lower, more careful. “Are you doing okay?”

It was a simple question.

But something in the way he asked it made my breath hit