Chapter 40
The air in the car felt heavy, charged with unspoken atmosphere. Osric leaned back with a smile, breaking the silence. “Alright, I kissed you, and you grabbed my thigh. I’d say we’re even”
Amaris froze, her jaw tightening.
Grabbed his thigh Is this guy even capable of shame she thought.
She released her grip, though, quickly straightening in her seat
Her back was ramrod–stiff, but a blush crept over her face, betraying her composure.
Oric’s eyelids grew heavy, exhaustion from the long day fully catching up in him. By the time they pulled up to the house, he was asleep, his head resting on Amaris’s shoulder.
Noah turned off the engine and glanced into the hackseat. His gaze lingered on the peculiar scene—Cric, relaxed and carefree, while Amaris sat like a soldier in formation. The contrast was oddly clearing.
Suppressing a chuckle, Noah teased. “You’re awfully cory back there”
Amaris shot him a glare before shoving Oric off her shoulder. Don’t get any ideas!” she snapped.
The abrupt movement startled Osric awake. He blinked blearily, his face clouded with annoyance.
By the time he registered what was happening, Amaris was already half way to the front door, fuming.
Noah’s grin widened as he got out of the car. “You’ve got a knack for this, Mr. Hale. Ms. Wynn actually bought that nonsense about the paparazzi She didn’t move a muscle the entire ride”
Noah thought to himself. She’s so obedient. If she became Mrs. Hale, it wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Oric glared at him, his tone cunting. “And who gave you permission to comment on Ms. Wynn!”
Noah immediately clamped his mouth shut, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
Inside the house, Amaris had disappeared upstairs.
Ohric wandered to his room, shaking his head. It was just a joke. And I helped her with the Wynn fantily today, too. No gratitude whatsoever
After a quick shower, Osric emerged wrapped in nothing but a towel, water dripping from his damp hair. A single bead slid down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before vanishing at his waistband.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He opened it, still toweling his hair dry, and found Amaris standing there.
Her gaze faltered at the sight of him, and she instinctively swallowed hard
“W–well.” she stammered, clearly struggling to form a
Ouric chuckled. “Stop pretending. Aren’t you tired? Belax”
But now Amaris wasn’t pretending the honestly didn’t know why, but speaking in front of him had become a habit of stumbling over her words.
“Forget it,’ she thought.
Without another word, she grabbed his wrist. Startled, Oric tried to pull back, but her grip was firm.
Her small hands were soft and fair, warm and dry against his palm. Somehow, even the black–framed glasses on her face, which he’d grown sering, seemed endearing in their own way.
Just as Osric thought Amaris might be taking advantage of him, she simply clasped his hand and began examining him.
Since he had helped her today, Amaris didn’t want to owe him anything, so checking his condition was the least she could do.
“You’re really a doctor? Oric teased, leaning closer. “Or are you just using this as an excuse to hold my hand?”
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AMI
Chapter 10:
Your condition might seem fine on the surface,” Amaris
aris muttered, ignoring his quip,
is quin. but it
it’s far worse
rue internally”
Amans glanced at Osric with concern. She had once again confirmed her previous suspicions–the poison had been in his system for years—at least a decade. While he appeared strong and healthy, his body was deteriorating rapidly. Without intervention, he might not have much time left..
“And“” Osric asked casually, as though she’d just told him the weather forecast.
He looks like he really doesn’t know how sick he is, she thought.
Amaris hesitated. She didn’t want to alarm him.
“W–with proper care, you could… improve. Gradually,” she added.
Ostic tilted his head, studying her. “Are you saying you can fix me, Dr. Wynn!”
Amaris had never seen such a strange disease. Tean.. try. I’ll prepare some medicine… for you every d day”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. ‘So that’s her plan–to stay close under the guise of treatment.
The little for says one thing but means another–she’s quite the schemer. Talking about calling off the more honest
the engagement, yet her actions couldn’t be
Take now, for example. Not only does she avoid meeting my eyes, but even her ears are flushed red with nervousness!
