Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 163

Christiana’s POV

The hospital stood ahead, its glass doors reflecting the late afternoon sun as I stepped inside, clutching the small basket of fruit I’d brought. My heels clicked softly on the tiled floor, the antiseptic scent faint but distinct in the air. I had debated this visit for hours, but something deep within me said I needed to come.

As I reached the front desk, I smiled at the nurse. “I’m here to see Sebastian,” I said, my voice soft yet steady.

The nurse glanced at her chart before nodding. “Room 304, third floor.”

“Thank you.” I nodded politely, took the elevator, and soon found myself outside his room. For a moment, I hesitated, staring at the number on the door. What if he didn’t want to see me? What if this was crossing some invisible line?

I shook my head. No. I came here for a reason.

Raising my hand, I knocked lightly before pushing the door open.

Sebastian was sitting up in bed, flipping through a magazine, his brow furrowed in concentration. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his pale blue hospital gown made him look younger, more vulnerable. When his eyes lifted to meet mine, they widened in surprise, his hand freezing mid–page turn.

“Christiana?” His voice was low, uncertain, as if he thought he might be imagining me.

stepped inside, offering him a small smile. “Hey, Sebastian. I hope I’m not intruding.”

He blinked rapidly, then shook his head, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “No, no, of course not. I just… I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I thought I’d check on you,” I said, placing the basket on the small table beside his bed. “And I brought you some fruit. Hospital food isn’t exactly gourmet, is it?”

Sebastian let out a soft laugh, scratching the back of his head. “You can say that again. Thanks… this is really thoughtful.”

I pulled up the chair next to his bed and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he said, though his voice was tentative. He glanced at me, then quickly looked away, as if unsure how to handle my presence. “It’s… nice to have a visitor.”

I tilted my head, studying him. “Sebastian, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Relax. It’s just me.”

He chuckled nervously, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his blanket. “I’m not used to this kind of attention, especially from someone like you.”

“What does that mean? Someone like me?” I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.

stammered, “I just mean… you’re… you know, elegant. And busy. And I–well, I didn’t think

a good man who’s been through

the conflict in his eyes. He opened his mouth to

us, broken only by the faint beeping of the monitors. I

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gently, leaning forward, “you’re allowed to let people care

meeting my eyes. “It’s just… hard. I’m not used to

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softened the words. “You’ve got people who care about you,

almost shy smile, his lips curving awkwardly but sincerely. “Thanks, Christiana. That means

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Now, tell me–are the nurses treating you well, or do I need to have a word

sound genuine this time. “They’re fine, I promise. You don’t need to go all boss–mode on

got to make sure,” I said with mock

smiling, and for the first time since I’d entered the room, he seemed at

seemed here–more vulnerable, less guarded. It was a side of him I hadn’t seen before, and made

By the time the nurse came in

stayed seated, content to linger for a little while longer. For now,

minutes later, the nurse came to check up on him, and there was a pause on our

room, leaving Sebastian and me alone again. He looked more relaxed now, his face softer than the guarded expression I was so

visit more often,” he said,

hair behind my ear.

smile, the faintest pink tinting his cheeks again.

like a cold blade. I glanced at the screen and

I said to Sebastian, picking

came through, steady but with an edge of tension. “Ma’am, I just arrived at the school to pick up Ethan and Emma as usual, but… they told me someone else already picked

phone as my heart started to race. “What do

he needed to take them to you.

head spun as the gravity of

answered on the second ring. “Christiana? Everything okay?” His calm tone usually steadied me, but now it only

quickly, my words spilling out in a rush. “Did you pick up Ethan and