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.

said softly, my eyes dropping

lap.

was all I could say. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I tried to act

give

rested on my leg, his thumb tracing slow, gentle

did wish I was here last night," he said

without saying anything."

I finally turned toward

me to retrieve an important document, and the

me back longer than I expected.

I had a chance

quiet. My body still felt weak and

swirling inside—the ones

in a steady breath. "Adrian, I

so... it all worked

a little straighter, stretching

every

small, relieved smile. "Then I guess

dad."

"We should."

him in a text last

care of you. Looks like

feigning surprise, even letting out a soft

his. But deep down, I knew

taken care of me

he still cared. Because even

leave

under

his. "I'd do anything for you,

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

that scraped my

brow furrowed. "I'm sorry—you probably need water. Your throat must feel

sandpaper."

gave a slow

hesitation. "I'll be

moment the door clicked shut behind him, I exhaled a breath

me—grateful, if only for a few

A moment to

been

me

home soaked from

shower, changed, and climbed into bed. Then, sometime later, a

started to shake, my bones ached, and I

I was trapped inside

Gabriel hadn't come... I wasn't sure what would've

everything—the anger, the betrayal—he

the storm between us.

many people would

His type was... rare.

again, pulling me from

tray in his

come bearing breakfast," he announced

a soft

tray beside me. There was a bowl of steaming

a small

"All for you."

unscrewed the cap, and placed it gently in

start with

sipping, I tilted it back and

"Wow, you were

a sheepish nod. "I

for the spoon, stirring the soup gently. The delicious aroma

It smelled amazing.

took a spoonful. As the spicy liquid hit my tongue, the

kicked in—sweet, spicy... home.

could stop it.

does...?" Adrian asked, a

nodded, setting the spoon down and meeting his

after being sick. You remembered. Thank

been kind, thoughtful even.

I'd once believed. Maybe one mistake didn't make

wasn't

shoulders in a half-grin. "As much as I'd love to take credit,

all my dad."

needing to hear

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

happening?

tilted my

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