"Is he not a germaphobe?" I mused, puzzled by his constant embraces and hand-holding.

Before I could pull away or protest, the sight that greeted me inside the hospital room stopped me dead in my tracks.

It wasn't Ernest.

The man in the bed caught sight of me and immediately furrowed his brows, then snapped at Henrik, "Why did you bring her here?" Henrik, still holding my hand, led me to a couch, "Thought we'd check in on you after the game... see how you're healing up." Brown's face turned a sickly shade of pale, Henrik's words clearly striking a nerve.

And not just any nerve. An embarrassing one.

The thought of Brown's injury made me cringe-it was honestly mortifying.

"Instead of seeking revenge for me, you bring this woman to disgust me? What are you trying to do?" Brown was visibly irritated.

"Just letting you know," Henrik lifted our intertwined hands, "she's with me now, hands off."

"Huh," Brown scoffed, "So I just take the loss?"

to do with her. You started it, and besides... it wasn't her who hit you," Henrik revealed, making

her," Brown's resentment

involved her," Henrik shot back, silencing

blue eyes glaring at me, "She asked

my only mistake was showing concern for

involvement, but I quickly dismissed it. If he wanted to harm me, he wouldn't have warned me or rescued me from Henrik's estate. He probably didn't know the full extent of the

might have been used by others," Henrik defended

suggested I was manipulated, did

at him, Brown sneered, "Henrik, you're defending her? Don't tell me

called before. Reacting instantly, I yanked my hand free and hurled a cup from the table

dodged, but the water

"You wench,

cut him off, "Brown, do

his face turning a shade of green with

messed with you, go after them. But this woman," Henrik pulled me close, "you better not touch

patted my shoulder, "Let's

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