تسجيل الدخولStephanie:I gave her a small smile as we turned down the hallway, heading towards the elevator. “I was in Mom's room first, came here after she finally fell asleep. She looks like she hadn't had an ounce of sleep since forever.”“Yeah. She barely slept a wink last night.”That stopped me on my heels, “Why? Is everything okay?”Sloane waved it off, “Everything should be okay. She just got a call from your father.”My whole body went still and my brows pulled into the tightest frown.My father and I haven't said even a word to each other ever since the wedding that never happened.Not once did he call me. So it left me surprised that he called my mother. “What did he say?” My voice dropped low and cold.Sloane shook he head a bit, “I really don't know. I sort of left because she needed the privacy. Though I did hear them talking about the wedding and you— she didn't tell you anything about it?”“No. She didn't.”Sloane’s lips thinned, “I do know for certain that whatever he might have
Stephanie: “If he happens to tick all these boxes, I think that settles it. He sounds like a good man. And I'm just saying, perhaps you can persevere for a little while.” She heaved a breath, “Just try and see where it goes. But most importantly, by all means, I'll advise you not to get in too deep, because it might be too late to drag you out when I find out.” I brushed my fingers over my scrubs and my brows creased tightly, “I don't think I understand what you're talking about here.” Mrs. Anders looked up at me, holding my gaze with hers. “All the men I’ve known in my life weren't good people. I understand that all of them can't be bad, but even my sons don't treat me well. And neither did their father.” “So…” “So be careful. Don't fall in too deep and don't take this arrangement that seriously, then perhaps having these thoughts of him in your head wouldn't bother you so much.” A sigh escaped my lips, and my shoulders slumped. “Men aren't good people. They bring confusion i
Stephanie: The next morning, I arrived at the hospital earlier than usual. Sleep had barely come to me the night before. So I buried myself in my routine, got up early and arrived at the hospital very early compared to the usual time. I wasn't supposed to have a shift today, but I'd rather be here, taking extra shifts than staying at home all day with Zane and in an awkward silence that just wouldn't go away. We had a lot to talk about, and foolishly, I was deliberately ignoring all that. I changed into my scrubs, tied my hair back, and skipped the nurses’ station altogether, heading straight for the ward where my mom had been moved after her surgery. Pushing the door open, I went inside and my gaze fell on her. The blinds were half-open, letting in rays of the morning sunlight. My gaze traveled across the room, settling on her. She was asleep, so I tiptoed inside, gently closing the door shut behind me. Color had returned to her face, it wasn't much, but enough for me to no
Stephanie:“Grandfather,” Zane cleared his throat, staring head-on at his grandfather, who seemed more than relaxed, and the burning gaze. “You didn't tell me you were coming over.”“Are you saying I can't suddenly decide to come over to your place unless I've requested to get an invite into your home?” He lifted a brow.“I would never say that,” Zane’s voice dropped with sarcasm. “I just think it'd be better if you announced that you're coming over.”“So you can hide your little secret.” His grandfather’s gaze turned back to me, a tight smile forming at the edge of his lips. “That is not at all among the list of suitable partners I personally drafted for you.”I cast a look at Zane in time to see his jaw clenched tightly like he was holding back from saying the things he actually wanted to.With a restrained breath, he said, “I don't want any of them.” Zane’s grandfather went silent, glancing between me and Zane before giving his head a little shake. “And this is the person you wan
Stephanie: I wasn't sure how long I sat on my bed after Zane left. I couldn't bring myself to move, despite the fact that I wanted to. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I glanced around, wondering where I had dropped my hair tie because my hair was messy and suddenly tickling at my nape. A sigh escaped my lips before I finally stood up, gently setting Ronnie down from my arms and walking into the bathroom. When I stepped back into the room, I felt oddly on edge. My gaze drifted to the door as I wondered if it was safe to step out now without running into Zane. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, swiping the screen awake and checking the time before padding over to get a bonnet, sweeping my hair into the cap and tightening it at my nape. It was 11 p.m. Could he be asleep by now? After a moment of hesitation, I decided to step out and get some water. I couldn’t survive another minute with my throat this dry. I slowly opened the door and peeked out, my heart pounding. The
Zane: I stepped out of the bathroom after handling the hard-on I had carried into Stephanie's room and left without resolving due to her fucking aggressive devil of a cat. I needed to put my mind on anything, anything at all that didn't involve thinking of her or even thinking about her. I dashed out of her room without looking back like a fucking pathetic human that simply didn't want to admit that the fear that she might feel forced into this scared me. It was hypocritical how much I kept terming this as nothing but something we were both doing simply based on responsibility. It was supposed to be simple: her, me, some kind of release. But the second the damned cat lunged at me, everything fell apart. My body and stupid ego all went up in flames. I ran my hands over my face. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, because calling it anything else would’ve been admitting something I wasn’t ready to admit. That’s the real problem. I wanted her. I wanted her in the physical sense. And th







