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

lap.

smile tugged at my lips as

give anything

leg, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles across

did wish I was here last night," he said quietly.

without saying anything."

when I finally turned

"My dad sent me to retrieve an important

I expected. I didn't

before I

weak and heavy, but that wasn't what

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

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

so... it

a little straighter, stretching my

every

a small, relieved smile.

dad."

"We should."

him in a text last night—told him

care of you. Looks

feigning surprise, even

But deep down, I knew

of me because

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

away and leave me

me, his fingers brushing under my chin as he gently

his. "I'd do

just for a second, then leaned away,

that scraped my raw

"I'm sorry—you probably need water. Your throat

sandpaper."

a slow

without hesitation. "I'll be right

the door clicked shut behind him, I exhaled

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

A moment to

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

on me

was coming home soaked from the

into

started to shake, my

was trapped

wasn't

of everything—the anger, the

the storm between us.

many people would

His type was... rare.

door opened again, pulling me from my thoughts.

tray in

come bearing breakfast," he announced as he approached

offered a soft smile. "Thank

There was a bowl of

small plate

"All for you."

the cap, and placed it

"Let's start

I tilted

you

a sheepish nod. "I

for the spoon, stirring the soup gently.

It smelled amazing.

I took a spoonful. As the spicy liquid

kicked in—sweet, spicy... home.

could stop it. "Mmm. This

Adrian asked, a little

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

after being sick. You

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

once believed. Maybe one

wasn't

"As much as

all my dad."

needing

the house and found him

is happening? It was

I tilted my

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