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.

I said softly, my eyes dropping to the blanket gathered in

lap.

say. A faint smile tugged at

give anything

hand rested on my leg, his thumb tracing slow,

did wish I was here last night," he

without saying anything."

when I finally

went on. "My dad sent me to

longer than I expected.

I had a chance

weak and heavy, but that wasn't

the emotions swirling inside—the

in a steady breath. "Adrian, I told

so... it all worked

a little straighter, stretching

every

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

dad."

"We should."

him in a text last

of you. Looks

I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, even letting out

deep down,

me because Adrian

he still cared. Because

away and leave

me, his fingers brushing under

"I'd do anything for

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

scraped

need

sandpaper."

a slow

stood without hesitation.

door clicked shut behind him,

flooded through me—grateful, if only

moment to

spun. So it hadn't been a dream. Gabriel had

on me

last thing I remembered was coming home soaked from the

climbed into bed. Then, sometime later,

started to shake, my

I was

hadn't come... I wasn't sure what

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

the storm between us.

people

His type was... rare.

from

tray in his

he announced as he approached the

offered a soft smile.

the tray beside me. There was a bowl of steaming chicken soup, a bottle

small plate of sliced

"All for you."

bottle, unscrewed the cap, and placed it gently in

"Let's start with

of sipping, I tilted it

"Wow, you

gave a sheepish nod. "I

stirring the soup gently. The delicious

It smelled amazing.

to resist, I took a spoonful. As

kicked in—sweet, spicy... home.

could stop it.

Adrian asked,

the spoon down and meeting his gaze. "Yeah.

sick. You remembered.

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

as I'd once believed. Maybe

wasn't

much as I'd

all my dad."

I repeated, needing

"I walked into the house and

happening? It was

tilted my

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