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.

my eyes dropping to

lap.

A faint smile tugged at my lips as I tried

give

my leg, his thumb tracing

wish I was here last night," he

without saying anything."

I finally turned

"My dad sent me to retrieve an important

back longer than I expected.

out before I had a

still felt weak and heavy,

was the emotions swirling inside—the ones he couldn't

I told

for me, so... it all

a little straighter, stretching my arms and rolling my

every movement

into a small, relieved smile. "Then I guess we should

dad."

"We should."

chuckled softly. "I actually threatened him in a

you. Looks like

eyebrow, feigning surprise, even

deep

of me because Adrian

because... he still cared. Because even after everything, he

away and leave me like

reached for me, his fingers brushing under my chin

do anything for you,

smile, just for a second, then leaned away, masking

that scraped my

brow furrowed. "I'm sorry—you probably need

sandpaper."

a slow

hesitation.

door clicked shut behind him, I exhaled a breath I hadn't

holding. Relief flooded through me—grateful, if only for a few minutes

A moment

spun. So it hadn't been a dream.

me

was coming home soaked

and climbed into bed. Then, sometime later, a

started to shake, my bones ached, and I

was trapped

I wasn't sure what would've happened to

spite of everything—the anger, the

the storm between us.

many people would

His type was... rare.

pulling me from

tray in his

breakfast," he announced as he approached

soft smile.

tray beside me. There was a bowl

a small plate

"All for you."

unscrewed the cap,

"Let's start

sipping, I tilted it back

widened. "Wow, you were

a sheepish nod.

soup gently. The delicious aroma

It smelled amazing.

took a spoonful. As the spicy liquid hit my

kicked in—sweet, spicy... home.

hum escaped before I could stop it.

Adrian asked, a

setting the spoon down and meeting his gaze.

sick. You

meant it. Adrian had been kind, thoughtful even. Maybe

once believed. Maybe one mistake didn't make

I wasn't completely

his shoulders in a half-grin. "As much as I'd

all my dad."

repeated, needing to hear it

walked into the house and found him in the

happening? It was

I tilted my

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