Semua Bab Secret affair with the billionaire : Bab 121 - Bab 130

~ Sebastian's POV ~Her smile melts my heart.Even in her fragile state….wrapped in white sheets, arms connected from countless IV lines, eyes rimmed red from fatigue….she smiles. And that smile… it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.But it breaks me too.Because I can’t take her home with me. Not yet.And that fact alone gnaws at me from the inside out.She's awake now, thank goodness for that. but she'll still be here for a while. At least a couple of nights, maybe more. The doctor insisted she needs time. Time to heal. Time for her body to stabilize. Time to recover properly.But time feels cruel when she’s lying there, looking at me like I’m her whole anchor. Like if I step too far away, she might sink.“A nurse will be here with her all through the night… so no worries,” the doctor assured, trying to soften the ache in my chest.“That will do,” I said, my voice low, hiding the storm I was fighting back.I hate the idea of leaving her in that sterile hospital room, surroun

~ Helen’s POV ~Two days had passed.Two long, dragging days since I woke up from that terrifying darkness and yet, I still wasn’t fully myself. My body had begun responding, yes. I could feel my knees now. That alone had brought tears to my eyes yesterday. But they didn’t feel like my knees. It was as though I had been rewired, and my own body was trying to figure out how to work again.They told me to be patient.That healing takes time.But they weren’t the ones trapped in a body that felt foreign. They weren’t the ones who had tasted poison and returned from the edge of death.I stared at the ceiling as Dr. Ralia stepped in, holding her clipboard, her presence warm yet focused as always. She was the kind of doctor that made you feel like you weren’t just a case file….like your pain mattered.She came to my bedside and offered a small smile. “A physiotherapist will come in today to help you regain more movement,” she said gently, eyes scanning my vitals. “Meanwhile, I’ll run a toxi

~ Helen’s POV ~“Big sis!”Ashley’s voice rang out like a song, sharp and sweet, piercing through the silence of the ward as she pushed the door open and dashed toward me.Her energy was like sunshine spilling into a room that had been dim for too long.“Beautiful,” I breathed, the word tumbling from my lips before I even realized I was saying it.The instant she reached me, she threw her arms around me, her head resting on my shoulder as her gown flared over my lap. Her scent….warmth and strawberry body mist, a burst of comfort I hadn’t realized I’d been craving.I held her tightly. Like my body needed her presence to remember what living felt like wholly.She pulled back, eyes sparkling with excitement and concern all at once.“How are you doing?” she asked, voice higher than usual, as though happiness bubbled right out of her chest.“I’m getting better,” I answered honestly, smiling. “I walked today.”Her mouth dropped open slightly, and then she squealed, clapping her hands togeth

~ Sebastian’s POV ~After spending an hour with her, just sitting, talking, watching her laugh lightly at the film….I felt like I could finally breathe a little. She’d eaten slowly, but she finished her food, and I made sure to wait until she was done before taking my leave.I didn’t want to go. I never really wanted to leave her side. But it was getting late, and she needed rest more than company.I stood, reluctant, brushing her hair gently once more, promising her I’d return tomorrow. She gave me that soft smile again….the one that clung to my chest like an anchor.Then I left.As the hospital doors closed behind me, the weight of the day slowly began pressing back down on my shoulders. The still air outside, the sound of passing cars, the scent of night blooming around the streetlights….all of it reminded me that life hadn’t paused even though it felt like it had.We drove home in silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional traffic signal. My mind k

~ Sebastian's POV ~My day started in full swing.The moment I walked into the office, everything moved fast. Calls. Reports. Updates. Decisions. No pause.As expected, Mike stood right in front of me, iPad in hand, already listing out my schedule for the day.Meetings upon meetings. Of course.According to mum’s instruction, I’m to be home hours before dinner.Basically, that means I have to leave work by 4:30 p.m. sharp. No excuses.She made it clear. I nodded like an obedient son, but now that I’m staring at the madness of my workday, I don’t even know how to make that happen.I need enough time to rest and get dressed for dinner with the Moreaus. Not that I care for the event itself, but appearances matter in my world. And I can’t show up looking like I just crawled out of a boardroom.Mike kept going.He talked while tapping his screen. Names, times, rooms, links, briefings. I only half-listened, my mind already halfway at the hospital.Helen.I need to see her before I head hom