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.

A faint smile tugged

give

rested on my leg, his thumb tracing slow, gentle

was here last night," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I

without saying anything."

I finally turned

to retrieve an important document,

me back longer than I expected. I didn't mean to disappear

I

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

emotions swirling inside—the ones he couldn't

steady breath. "Adrian, I told you

me, so...

sat up a little straighter, stretching my arms

though every

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

dad."

"We should."

he chuckled softly. "I actually threatened him in a text last

you.

an eyebrow, feigning surprise, even letting

his. But deep down,

of me because

because... he still cared.

away and leave me like

brushing under my chin

toward his. "I'd do

forced a smile, just for a second, then leaned

scraped my

probably need water.

sandpaper."

gave a slow

hesitation. "I'll be

clicked shut behind him,

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

moment

been a dream. Gabriel had really come

me in the

I remembered was coming home soaked from the rain. I

and climbed into bed. Then, sometime

My body started to shake, my bones ached, and I

was trapped

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

everything—the anger, the

the storm between us.

people

His type was... rare.

from my thoughts.

tray in his

breakfast," he announced as he

offered a soft smile.

the tray beside me. There was a bowl of

a small plate

"All for you."

picked up the water bottle, unscrewed the

start with

tilted

eyes widened. "Wow, you were

nod.

soup gently.

It smelled amazing.

a spoonful. As the

kicked in—sweet, spicy... home.

I could stop

does...?" Adrian asked, a

setting the spoon down and meeting his gaze. "Yeah.

being sick. You remembered. Thank

had been kind, thoughtful even. Maybe he wasn't

believed. Maybe one mistake didn't make

when I wasn't

shoulders in a half-grin. "As much as

all my dad."

needing to

"I walked into the house and found

is happening?

tilted my

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