Chater 5 Sierra lowered her head and apologized, her voice trembling slightly. She didn't dare open her eyes to meet Theo's gaze.

Theo's eyes fell to her hands, which were nervously clutching the edge of the blanket. A faint trace of amusement flickered across his face, almost imperceptible.

Without warning, he leaned down, closing the distance between them.

"I don't like it when people talk to me while looking somewhere else," he said.

His cold fingers brushed against her skin as he gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Faced with his strikingly handsome features now magnified before her, Sierra's body tensed in an instant. Panic flickered in her wide eyes as unease wrapped itself around her.

"I said I'm sorry," she stammered.

"Sorry for what?"

His eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, carried an innate air of arrogance. Beneath his right eye rested a perfectly placed beauty mark that softened the sharpness of his expression.

There was no denying it, he was breathtakingly mesmerizing.

steady her nerves. "I'm sorry, Uncle Theo. I won't mistake you for

the consequences," he said with a deep, icy

a meaningful

ribs. She just mistook him for

you

sliced through the silence, sharp

wave of humiliation from the night before surged back to the surface. Her nose stung with the

hard, forcing herself to keep her composure as she steadied her voice. "I

miss the way her lips pressed tightly together, her emotions threatening

expenses. You're busy— I'm fine now, so you don't need to worry about me. Please, go handle your work," Sierra said at last, pasting

he studied her smile-a smile that looked

a word, he turned and

door clicked shut, Sierra's resolve crumbled. She curled up on the hospital bed,

small window in the door, he watched her curled figure, his jaw clenched and his lips pressed into a thin

"Mr. Gray-"

Sierra at the

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