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.

know, elegant. And busy. And I–well,

but warm. “Sebastian, you’re a good man who’s been through

his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but

us, broken only by the faint beeping of the monitors. I watched as he struggled to meet my

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

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

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get used to it,” I said firmly, though my smile softened the words. “You’ve got people who care about you, even

me a small, almost shy smile, his lips curving awkwardly but sincerely.

the

genuine this time. “They’re fine, I promise. You don’t

I’ve got to make sure,” I said with mock seriousness.

still smiling, and for the first time since I’d

guarded. It was a

the initial tension melting away. By the time the nurse came in to check on him, Sebastian was smiling

for a little while longer. For now,

the nurse came to check up on him, and

me alone again. He looked more relaxed now, his face softer

he said,

hair behind my ear. “I might just take you up

me a small smile, the faintest pink tinting his cheeks again. “I wouldn’t

vibrated on the table next to me, the sound slicing through the warm moment like a cold blade. I glanced at the screen and saw the name of my driver–bodyguard, Kevin. Odd. He never called unless something

Sebastian, picking up the call. “Kevin? What’s

of tension. “Ma’am, I just arrived at the school to pick up Ethan and Emma as usual,

stomach. My grip tightened on the phone as my heart started to race. “What do you mean someone else picked

earlier claiming he needed to take

at my chest. My head spun as the

the way my hand trembled as I dialed Alex. He answered on the second ring. “Christiana? Everything okay?” His calm tone usually steadied me, but now it only heightened

out in a rush. “Did you pick up Ethan and Emma