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๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ 70 : ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ƒ๐ข๐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐’๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐ž๐๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ญ?

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last update ๊ฒŒ์‹œ์ผ: 2025-12-04 23:45:34

๐Œ๐š๐Ÿ๐ข๐šโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌยฐยฐยฐ 

Antonio let out a slow exhale โ€”โ€œSure, buddy. Sit and watch her, I will be right back.โ€

Junior sat on the edge of the bed, facing her, elbows on his knees, fingers pressed against his lips โ€” watching every breath she took.

Inside the kitchen, he preheated the leftover from the morning and served him.

Junior ate and Antonio rocked him back to sleep.

 

The oblivious boy lolled against his abs and used it as a pillow while he stayed vigil until dawn. In the early morning when the fever finally broke, he exhaled for the first time and eased Junior on the bed.

A few minutes before seven, Nevena woke with a sharp gasp, her lashes fluttering as though tearing out of a nightmare.

โ€œOh my Godโ€”โ€ she tried to sit up, sweeping the bedding back in panic.

But the second she lifted herself, a firm hand pressed gently but immovably to her shoulder.

โ€œStop,โ€ his voice was low but firm.

 

She blinked at him โ€” he was sitting right beside her, on the chair, hair messed, shirtlessโ€ฆjust the same towel from yesterday, eyes sharp and sleepless.

โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t be moving yet.โ€ 

His tone brooked no argument, but she still argued weakly. โ€œIโ€™m fine โ€” I need to go.โ€

Pushing the blanket completely away, she tried swinging her legs off the bed, oblivious to the IV syringe in her wrist. โ€œIโ€™m late. Junior's mother would be furious. I donโ€™t even know whatโ€”โ€

The needle juggled and she felt a searing pain in her wrist. โ€œW..why am I on IV?โ€

โ€œSeriously,โ€ Antonio scoffed. โ€œYou get to wake up and pretend yesterday didnโ€™t happen,โ€  

He reached past her and eased her back against the pillow as though she weighed nothing. โ€œLie down.โ€

Nevena pushed weakly at his wrist. โ€œDetective Ma'am willโ€”โ€

โ€œSheโ€™ll live,โ€ he muttered. โ€œYou almost collapsed on me last night.โ€ 

 Her breath faltered.

โ€œYesโ€” you had a fever of 102โ€ he continued, his jaw tight with unspoken panic. โ€œYou were shaking in your sleepโ€

She stared at himโ€” completely unaware of what happened.

Antonio leaned forward, voice quieter, โ€œYou scared the hell out of me, Nina. For that reason youโ€™re not leaving this bed.โ€

Her lips parted, eyes almost watering. โ€œJunior has to go to schoolโ€ she tried to push herself up again.

He guided her back against the pillow โ€”unyielding.

โ€œDonโ€™t make me pick up ropes and put you back down,โ€ he warned, voice low, protective.

He reached for the cool washcloth heโ€™d been changing all night and pressed it gently to her forehead.

 โ€œIโ€™ll take Junior home. You don't have to worry.โ€

โ€œAre you sure you can manage?โ€ Nevena asked.

โ€œNo,โ€ he looked back at her, โ€œโ€ฆbut I'm doing it. Just tell me youโ€™re sick next time, before you collapse?โ€

Nevena blinked at the unexpected tenderness under the reprimand.

He straightened, smoothing his palm over her hair.  โ€œIโ€™ll drop him off and be right back.โ€

She watched him yank Junior awake and into his arm โ€”

his other hand slung his backpack over his shoulder like heโ€™d done it all his life.

Even after the door closed long behind them, she remained immobile.

 

A tear soon slid down.

Not from pain โ€” but from the absurd, terrifying truth that someone else apart from Alexandria cared enough to lose sleep over her.

โ€”

Meanwhile at Breanna's house, she was halfway down her porch steps, keys between her fingers, when a sleek black SUV cut sharply across her driveway and braked.

Her spine stiffened, her suspension was over today and the first thing she met was Antonio.

The driver's door burst open and he appeared with a backpack half-zipped.

Junior scrambled out almost immediately, hair sticking up.

โ€œSuch a wench ?โ€ Breannaโ€™s brows pinched, 

โ€œMorning Mummyโ€ Junior yawned, walking up to her.

โ€œWhat the hell happened to you?โ€ Breanna whiffed, her gaze snapping to Antonio. โ€œNot even a little grooming?โ€ 

โ€œBestie caught a fever,โ€ Junior whispered loudly โ€” eyes big. โ€œReally sick.โ€

Antonio didn't utter a word to her, he just eased off the back pack at her foot, his hand reached out and brushed the little boy's hair.

โ€œSee you some other time champโ€ His voice was clipped but calm.

He turned and stepped back into his vehicle.

The gesture made Breanna's stomach twist, but before she could respond he drove off.

Junior waved wildly after the vehicle, bouncing on his toes as though watching a superhero depart.

Breanna just stood there, speechless, hand tightening on her keys.

๐๐„๐•๐„๐๐€โ€™๐’ ๐†๐”๐„๐’๐“๐‡๐Ž๐”๐’๐„..

Twenty minutes later, the outside lock clicked.

Nevena quickly swiped her tear, waiting for him to appear.

Antonio stepped in โ€” fully suited. He set his keys down at the dresser, glancing at her.

โ€œYou didn't move right?,โ€ he asked flatly.

Nevena sat up a little โ€œNoโ€” you asked me not toโ€

โ€œWhen did you become so obedient?โ€ he approached, towering at the bedside.

His thumb brushed her cheek where a tear had dried. โ€œIโ€™m impressed.โ€

Nevena swallowed hard. โ€œI donโ€™t always argue.โ€

 

Antonio placed the back of his knuckles to her forehead โ€” testing her temperature.

โ€œYouโ€™re improving,โ€ he murmured, low. โ€œGood.โ€

Then โ€” he sat beside her, setting a small bag on the bedside table.

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