Mag-log inAlmost every day, Elmy did the same thing that had slowly become part of her routine—going to the hospital. The doctors, nurses, even the gardeners at the Kensley family hospital had all become familiar with her by now.They knew Elmy’s visiting schedule by heart. Ten in the morning. The NICU room, where Zaniel was still staying inside an incubator. Today, she returned to the same place again, visiting the tiny baby who had finally started responding to her voice.Zaniel’s little body had started filling out. The doctor said his progress was remarkably fast. Even though he was only getting nutrition from formula milk, Elmy couldn’t complain. As long as she still couldn’t breastfeed him, then maybe this was something Zaniel would have to live with for now.It was heartbreaking.“I think we need to talk, Mrs. Elmy. Could you come to my office?” the doctor suddenly said from behind her.Elmy followed him into the room. The doctor let out a long sigh before pulling out several sheets of p
“I’m going to take leave as soon as possible.” Zayne flipped through the documents in his hands before looking over at Gion. “Let Mr. Tiano handle the rest. I can’t ignore Elmy’s condition right now.”Gion, who stood across from him, simply nodded. He didn’t protest or object to Zayne’s decision. Zayne had already made up his mind from the start. Once he finished taking care of a few important matters, he would hand everything over to Mr. Tiano and focus entirely on Elmy and their baby.Just one more month, Zayne thought before Zaniel could finally come home with them.That wasn’t a long time. Maybe. They just needed patience, and maybe he needed to comfort Elmy more often. She looked disappointed in herself now. Knowing their baby was born premature and that she still couldn’t hold him had caused her condition, which had been improving, to worsen again.She was on complete bed rest at the hospital. While Zayne handled work at the office, he entrusted everything to Isabella and Dean.
“I never thought we’d end up talking like this,” Sunny said.After telling Ford and Zayne to leave the room, Elmy had no choice but to accept Sunny’s request to talk to her alone.Even though she clearly didn’t want to, Elmy still tried to listen to every word Sunny said.Sunny gently touched Elmy’s arm. But Elmy quickly brushed her hand away, making Sunny smile bitterly.“I know you’re still upset with me after everything I did. Especially now that I suddenly showed up again after disappearing for so long,” she explained.Elmy stayed silent.“El, I’m sorry for everything. For all the horrible things I’ve done,” Sunny said softly.Her eyes were glossy, but she didn’t cry. Still, from the strain in her voice, Elmy could tell she was doing everything she could to hold herself together.“After I left you guys... my life fell apart,” she admitted quietly. “Maybe I really deserve it.”Elmy let out a mocking scoff. “More like those are problems you created yourself.”Sunny clasped her tremb
“I already told the doctor treating me not to reveal my identity to Elmy.” Dante looked at Zayne for a moment before giving him a faint smile. “You can relax, Zayne.”“That’s exactly why I can’t relax, Dante. It feels like I’m hiding something huge from her,” Zayne said, making Dante, who was sitting beside him, turn with a displeased look. He shook his head and gripped Zayne’s hand tightly.“Don’t even think about telling her, Zayne. I know Elmy won’t like it. Worse... she might end up hating you too for letting me help her.”Just imagining it made Zayne uneasy. Still, he convinced himself Elmy wouldn’t be that cruel to him. He did this for her safety. For her life. Elmy would understand, he told himself.“Elmy already hates me anyway, Zayne. So please... keep your mouth shut. It’s better this way,” Dante said resignedly.Hearing that filled Zayne with overwhelming guilt. Back then, he used to look down on Dante for not taking responsibility for Elmy. But now, this man had become the
The VVIP room felt painfully quiet after the night that had nearly taken Elmy’s life.“Elmy still needs complete bed rest. Even though she’s passed the critical stage, her condition still hasn’t fully recovered yet,” the doctor said while looking at Elmy, who was still asleep on the bed. She had been sleeping for quite a while now. A few times, the nurses had woken her up to prevent blood clots.The doctor then turned to look at Zayne, who had stayed faithfully by her side the entire time. He was still wearing the same office clothes he hadn’t even changed out of yet. His face looked exhausted, dark circles clearly visible under his eyes.“Once she’s recovered enough, we’ll allow her to visit your baby,” the doctor continued, making Zayne gently squeeze Elmy’s fingers.“Do whatever’s best for my wife,” Zayne replied quietly.The doctor nodded before excusing himself, leaving only Zayne and Elmy inside the room.Ever since Elmy had been moved into the VVIP room, Zayne hadn’t seen Isabe
The emergency C-section was completely unexpected for Zayne.Just one more month. In only one more month, Elmy was supposed to give birth. But today’s fate had destroyed every single plan Zayne had made in his head.Even hope itself was starting to feel impossible.Only fear surrounded him in the suffocating silence.The hallway was painfully quiet. The only sounds were his restless footsteps pacing back and forth, Isabella’s soft sobs, Dante trying to calm her down, Dean’s uneven breathing as he sat slumped at the end of the row of chairs, and the muffled commotion coming from behind the delivery room doors.Every now and then, Zayne would glance toward the door, hoping a doctor would come out with good news.But forget the doors opening—he hadn’t even heard the sound of a baby crying yet.Their baby was premature.Just thinking about that fact alone filled Zayne with anxiety. He bit his nails until they bled, but the pain in his fingers couldn’t overpower the panic consuming him.“S
“Elmy!”Sebastian’s voice from the doorway made the tension instantly loosen. The peak of the rising desire dropped straight down. Zayne, who had been hovering over Elmy, immediately pulled back. His muscles tensed. It wasn’t just his arousal that was abruptly cut off—he also lost control.Couldn’t
Snow fell steadily in Whistler. Piles of snow lined the streets, bare trees stretched toward the gray sky, and the sweet smell of freshly baked bread drifted through the air, mixing with Zayne’s scent. Elmy tightened her arms around his neck.“You’re going to choke me, El.”Elmy chuckled and apolog
“No sex,” Elmy reminded him. “At least while I’m not joining the photoshoot,” she added, studying Zayne’s calm face that showed absolutely no expression. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking.“You’re inconsistent,” Zayne commented, resting his head on one hand. A smirk tugged at his lips. “You pu
“It’s cold over there. You packed enough warm clothes, right?”Elmy simply nodded when she heard Zayne’s question. Her departure to Whistler had been moved up to tomorrow. Sebastian had promised to pick her up, but Zayne insisted on driving her to the airport himself. Even though she was annoyed by







