Chapter 114
Chapter 114:
Damon
Beads of sweat formed along my hairline as I racked my brain, processing my words.
Weighing them, nervousness overcame me, leaving me silent.
A heavy silence filled the room, the only sound being the loud thumping of my heart and the exchange of our tense breaths… or maybe it was just mine. What did I even want to say? That I was sorry? What if she laughed in my face and made me feel like a fool?
No doubt, I wanted to apologize for my wrong behavior, but I couldn’t bring myself to say those words.
Was it really so hard to apologize? Yes. I was the Alpha King, and a King never apologizes.
Thanks to my ego.
Her brows arched in anticipation as she glared at me. Words eluded me as if my tongue was bound by invisible forces.
“I… You know what? Never mind,” I muttered dismissively, looking away.
“You should take your medicine now,” I added, reaching for the drugs on the table.
A thrill of excitement ran down my spine.
Something to keep me here with her.
As I scanned the medication, my gaze met hers, and my heart did a quick flip.
I caught her staring. Yeah, I knew I was irresistible.
I was about to peel the drugs off the package when I shot her a look.
L𝗎tєѕτ ϲh𝒶ρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑆.𝒸оm
“Have you eaten?” I asked, lowering the medication and arching a brow.
“Not yet,” she replied, sitting up with her back resting against the bed frame.
Anger washed over me, flooding my veins as I hissed in irritation.
The growl of her stomach interrupted my words, making a brief laugh escape her lips.
I quickly caught the tomato shade of her cheeks before she shyly looked away.
My brows furrowed in confusion as anger stirred within me. “You haven’t been served?”
“Not yet.”
That was it!
“What the hell!” I hissed, my eyes meeting the clock on the wall. It was nearly afternoon, and she hadn’t eaten breakfast.
Where were those incompetent fools?!
What was keeping them from feeding a patient who needed intensive care?!
“Have you seen anyone today?” I swallowed the anger rising in my throat. I didn’t want to frighten her, especially since she was still fragile.
Her eyes studied mine for a moment. “No,” she whispered.
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