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.

eyes dropping to the

lap.

faint smile tugged

to give anything

my leg, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles across

"I really did wish I was here last night,"

without saying anything."

I finally

to retrieve an important document, and the

than I expected. I didn't

I had a

quiet. My body still felt weak and heavy, but that wasn't

It was the emotions swirling inside—the ones he

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

me, so... it all

up a little straighter, stretching

every

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

dad."

"We should."

chuckled softly. "I actually threatened him

of you. Looks like

I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, even letting out a soft

But deep down,

of me because

it because... he still cared. Because

leave

me, his fingers brushing under my chin

toward his. "I'd do anything for you,

second, then leaned away, masking the

that scraped

probably need water. Your throat must feel

sandpaper."

a

stood without hesitation. "I'll be right

clicked shut behind him, I exhaled a breath I

through me—grateful, if only for a

A moment to

hadn't been

me in

home soaked from the

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

settled in. My body started to shake, my bones

I was

wasn't sure

spite of everything—the anger, the betrayal—he

the storm between us.

people would do

His type was... rare.

me from my thoughts. Adrian walked in,

tray in his

breakfast," he announced

a soft smile.

There was a bowl of

a small plate of sliced

"All for you."

up the water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and placed it gently

start with

instead of sipping, I tilted it back and nearly finished it in

you were really thirsty,

sheepish nod.

spoon, stirring the soup gently. The delicious

It smelled amazing.

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

kicked in—sweet, spicy... home.

could stop it.

Adrian asked, a

spoon down and meeting his gaze.

being sick.

been kind, thoughtful even.

I'd once believed. Maybe one

when I wasn't completely

much as I'd love to take credit,

all my dad."

I repeated, needing to hear

the house

happening? It

tilted

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