A Hot Daddy For Christmas의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

The hospital was quiet in a way that made Ariana’s nerves hum. The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the cardiology wing, soft but not comforting. The familiar scent of antiseptic mingled with the distant aroma of coffee from the staff lounge, but Ariana didn’t notice either. Her mind was elsewhere—focused on the weight of Mateo’s presence from the night before, and the inevitability that Tyler’s intrusion had to be addressed.Mateo wasn’t there yet. His absence was a deliberate void she had learned to feel in her bones—a warning that he was watching, calculating, letting the tension build until the moment he arrived would crush everything in its path.She moved through her duties with precision, checking vitals, updating charts, and confirming medication schedules. Lucas passed her station, offering a soft smile. “You okay?”Ariana nodded, though her hands trembled faintly as she adjusted a patient’s IV. “I’m fine,” she said firmly. She refused to let anyone sense th

The hospital had emptied faster than usual. Evening settled over Madrid like a velvet curtain, and the golden sunlight had faded to the soft, cool blues of twilight filtering through the tall windows. The corridors were silent except for the faint hum of monitors and the distant echo of a lone janitor’s mop. Ariana’s shift had ended, but she lingered at her station, pretending to finalize charts, waiting for the calm she knew would precede him.She didn’t have to wait long.The faint click of heels on tile, precise and deliberate, made her pulse jump before she even looked up. Mateo.He appeared in the doorway, coat removed, sleeves rolled to reveal strong, lean forearms. His presence was immediate, commanding, and suffocating in the quiet of the empty wing. No one else could see the tension that coiled around them like a living thing.“Everything went as planned,” he murmured, stepping closer. His voice carried the weight of ownership, but also the faint hint of satisfaction. “He won

The hospital was quieter than usual that evening. The corridors smelled faintly of antiseptic and coffee, the hum of fluorescent lights echoing off the polished floors. Ariana sat at her station, her uniform neat, her posture perfect, but her mind refused to focus.The memory of Mateo’s touch earlier in the empty wing consumed her. Every brush of his hand, every possessive whisper, every stolen moment pressed into her skin like a brand she could feel even through her scrubs. She tried to chart vitals, adjust medications, and organize patient files, but each movement reminded her of him.And then, the faintest sound of the elevator doors closing made her pulse spike. She knew without looking.Mateo appeared in the corridor like a shadow stretching long and deliberate. No one noticed him—no one could. But Ariana felt the weight of his presence before she even saw the curve of his shoulders, the crisp line of his white coat.“Time,” he said simply, voice low enough that only she could he

The hospital felt different after Mateo’s claim. Every corner, every sterile corridor, every beep of a monitor now carried the weight of his presence, whether he was there or not. Ariana moved through the cardiology wing as if nothing had changed, adjusting IV lines, checking charts, and offering calm reassurances to patients. To anyone watching, she was the composed, professional nurse she always had been.But the truth was far different. Her pulse remained slightly elevated. Her body still remembered the press of Mateo’s hands, the ghost of his lips brushing against her skin. Every breath reminded her that she was no longer simply Ariana Cole, nurse at Hospital del Sol. She was Mateo’s, entirely, undeniably, in ways that both terrified and thrilled her.She walked past the nurses’ station, offering a polite nod to Elena, who gave only a slight, knowing smile. Lucas caught her eye for a brief second, his expression curious but respectful. No one commented, no one asked questions. The

The new year air over Madrid felt sharper that morning.Cold sunlight poured between the buildings of Salamanca, catching on wrought-iron balconies and glass storefronts, turning everything deceptively bright. The city moved forward — clean, renewed, alive.Inside Ariana, nothing felt clean.Nothing felt simple.She hadn’t slept properly. Every time she drifted off, she felt him again — the press of his body, the weight of his voice in her ear, the way he said you belong to me like it was a medical fact.By the time she arrived at Hospital del Sol, she was composed.Immaculate.Unreadable.The glass façade reflected her back at her: young, controlled, professional.But her pulse betrayed her.The lobby was quieter than usual. Post-holiday calm. A new year settling into routine. Nurses exchanged soft greetings. Orderlies pushed carts down gleaming corridors. The hospital smelled faintly of antiseptic and expensive coffee.She walked into cardiology without hesitation.Elena noticed imm