Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Maybe There Was A Still Chance Of His Forgiveness

Clairessa's POV

My body trembled, a deep shiver running through me like heat and cold were

warring inside my veins.

Through the fog, Gabriel's voice cut in—urgent, panicked.

"Clairessa... hey, are you okay? Look at me... please."

Then I felt his hands—lifting me, holding me close, peeling away layers of

clothing.

The dream came in flashes. The soft splash of water. His arms supported me as

he bathed me—like I was breakable, like I still meant something to him.

He dressed me gently, laid me in bed, tucked the duvet around me, then pressed

a kiss to my forehead.

When he turned to go, I reached for him, my fingers curling around his. I

remember whispering it... three small words.

"I love you."

A voice, distant and persistent, tugged me out of the warmth.

"Claire... Claire..."

My eyes flew open, blinking against the light. Adrian's face swam into focus.

"Thank God," he breathed. "You're awake."

I stared at him for a moment, disoriented, my heart still wrapped in the remnants

of the dream. I glanced to the side, searching for Gabriel—for proof that it wasn't

just in my head.

But he wasn't there.

"What's wrong?" Adrian asked, noticing the way my eyes darted around the room.

"Nothing," I whispered. "Just... nothing."

"It's okay," he said softly, brushing my hair behind my ear, his fingers warm

against my temple. "My dad mentioned your windows were open, and the cold air

got in. He thinks that's what made you sick."

Windows?

I didn't remember leaving any windows open. For a moment, confusion clouded

my mind—but then it clicked. Gabriel must've come up with that story to cover

what really happened. He hadn't told Adrian the truth.

Yet.

I played along with a faint nod. "I guess I forgot to check."

"You didn't do anything wrong." Adrian's tone was firm, though his eyes held a hint

of guilt.

He dropped onto the bed, settling beside me. "I should've been here."

"It's okay, Adrian, you've already done so much for me. I'm really grateful."

I moved to sit up, but before I could, Adrian's hands slid behind me, steadying my

back as he helped me into a sitting position.

"How do you feel?" he asked, studying my face.

I swallowed hard, my throat still dry and sore. "Good," I whispered, barely able to

get the word out. "I feel... good."

"I'm glad to hear that." He paused. "My dad said he checked on you?"

I turned my face away, avoiding his eyes.

helpful," I said softly, my eyes

lap.

smile tugged at my

to give anything

hand rested on my leg, his thumb tracing slow, gentle

really did wish I was here last night," he

without saying anything."

I finally turned

sent me to retrieve an important

back longer than I expected. I didn't mean

I had a chance

body still felt weak and heavy, but that

swirling inside—the ones he

in a steady breath. "Adrian, I told you already... it's

so...

little

every movement

small, relieved smile. "Then I guess we should thank

dad."

"We should."

softly. "I actually threatened him

care of you. Looks like he

surprise,

his. But deep down,

care of me

because... he still cared. Because

away and leave me like

fingers brushing under my chin as he gently

toward his. "I'd do anything for

smile, just for a second, then leaned

that scraped my raw

probably need

sandpaper."

gave a

hesitation. "I'll be right

clicked shut behind him,

through me—grateful, if only for a

moment

it hadn't been a dream. Gabriel had

on me in

coming home soaked from the

climbed into

My body started to shake, my bones ached, and

I was trapped

wasn't sure what

of everything—the anger, the betrayal—he still put my

the storm between us.

many people would do

His type was... rare.

me from my

tray in his

bearing breakfast," he announced

soft smile.

set the tray beside me. There was a bowl

small plate of

"All for you."

bottle, unscrewed the

"Let's start

sipping, I tilted it back and nearly

eyes widened. "Wow, you were really

a sheepish nod. "I

the soup gently.

It smelled amazing.

to resist, I took a spoonful. As the

kicked in—sweet, spicy... home.

hum escaped before I could stop

does...?" Adrian asked,

down and meeting his gaze. "Yeah. And... it's

sick. You

meant it. Adrian had been kind, thoughtful

as I'd once believed. Maybe

wasn't

lifted his shoulders in a half-grin. "As much as

all my dad."

I repeated, needing to

"I walked into the house and found him in the kitchen.

is happening?

tilted

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