Serafine’s POVIf it wasn’t Grayson, then who would buy flowers and a bracelet for me?“Grayson, are you sure you didn’t…” I asked.“Yes, Serafine,” he looked me in the eye. “Did anyone say I sent them?”“The doctor,” I replied slowly. “He came in smiling… said you brought them as a wellbeing gift to me.”Grayson scoffed under his breath. “Wellbeing gift?”There was silence for a moment before Hope broke it.“Then who would send them, if not you?” Hope asked, folding her arms.Grayson glanced at me, forcing a light tone. “Maybe you have a secret admirer.”“And why did that doctor lie to you?” Hope pressed, her brows knitting together.“Come on, don’t stress yourself over it,” Grayson said gently, helping me ease back against the pillows. His hands were warm on my shoulders. “Just focus on recovering fully. I’ll find out who sent the gifts.”“You will?” I asked.He nodded. “Yes.”I breathed in slowly, trying to quiet the unease curling in my stomach.His fingers brushed my bandaged wri
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