Chapter 21-Mr. Tall, Handsome Selene's POV: "Don't be sad anymore, my dear master, as long as I live, you will never be alone."" As I read the line from Jane Eyre, the hospital room filled with a chorus of "Ahhs," echoing our shared emotions in that moment. It was precisely moments like these that reminded me why I volunteered in hospitals so often- offering emotional support and reading to patients. "Oh, their love is enchanting! I wish I could experience something like that!" Mrs. Dawson, one of Fiona's grandmother's roommates, clasped her hands in excitement, completely captivated. I exchanged a glance with my grandmother, and we shared a small smile. Since yesterday, after changing clothes at home, I had stayed here, worried about what Vanessa might do to my grandmother. Thankfully, nothing had happened-at least, not yet. I couldn't let my guard down. I couldn't look away from my grandmother's tired face, watching the IV needle pierce her frail hand. My heart ached. She had suffered chest pains and breathing difficulties ever since falling ill. Despite our unpaid medical bills, the hospital had consistently provided the best care possible. Grandmother was battling a chronic lung disease. Doctors recommended treatment in Switzerland, where a top specialist could help her. It had seemed like a distant hope-until an anonymous donation arrived this morning, enough to cover the treatment. I had quit my café job. Once the surgery was done, I would accompany my grandmother to Switzerland, praying that my conniving father and twin sister wouldn't cause trouble before we left. A knock at the door caught my attention. A nurse entered, grinning from ear to ear. "Ladies, guess what? There's a tall, dark hair, and handsome man in the lobby!" She tiptoed, lifting one hand. "So tall, and those shoulders... so broad!!!" She demonstrated with her arms. Mrs. Dawson's eyes practically sparkled. "Selene, you have to take me to see him!" she exclaimed, nearly bouncing in her wheelchair. I laughed. Mrs. Dawson was in her sixties, yet her interest in handsome men hadn't waned, despite her devoted husband visiting every evening after work. "Relax; that tall guy may be too young for you," another patient teased. "Sarah?" Mrs. Dawson pretended to glare, though she couldn't keep a straight face. Grandmother stifled a chuckle, shaking her head slightly, then waved at me. "Selene, take her out for a 15.15 56.76% < Chapter 21-Mr. Tall, Handsome look." I closed my book and helped Mrs. Dawson into her wheelchair. She barely settled in before whispering impatiently, "Hurry! We can't let that tall, handsome man escape!" Tall... handsome. Each word made me think of Aaron. His emerald eyes, his intoxicating scent, his lips, his voice-everything about him was a sugary poison, tempting me even though I knew I should run. It was time to turn the page, to end this chapter for good; otherwise, I might give him my V-card-and I had always wanted to save that for my true mate. 1 wheeled Mrs. Dawson toward the elevator, mentally checking off tasks. The two rogues were badly injured. Either they would bleed out or wait for rescue-but it was unlikely, given their hidden location. Checked. I had already sent a message to the witch via their phones, telling her they had killed me. Checked. Later, I'd get a new phone and report the black magic incident to the Werewolf Council once we reached Switzerland. If necessary, I could testify remotely. Checked. As for Selene... she clearly suited Aaron better. He only wanted a sexual partner. That $500,000 fake check could take care of itself. Thinking about the two of them tangled in bed made my chest ache, realizing Aaron would soon forget me, leaving my soul hollow. Pull yourself together, Selene, I told myself, biting my cheek to stay calm. We stepped into the elevator. I pressed the button for the first floor. Seconds later, the doors slid open, and a tantalizing scent wafted toward me. A familiar, disorienting aroma. I wheeled out of the elevator and turned right toward the lobby. My steps froze the moment I saw the source-and his towering six-foot-plus frame. My thighs tightened instinctively. A gray V-neck sweater hugged his broad chest perfectly, paired with crisp white pants. His casual look was a stark contrast to his usual formal attire, yet his body language exuded confidence even as he chatted with two men. Damn it! Just standing there, he could make me hot. What was he doing here? "Oh, my prince!" Mrs. Dawson exclaimed. Aaron glanced up. Before his gaze could land on me, I turned the wheelchair in the opposite direction. "What's wrong?" Mrs. Dawson asked. "That handsome man is right there. Let's ask for his number!" "No need. It's too stuffy in there; let's just go for a walk," I lied, feeling the heat of his gaze at my back. Ignoring Mrs. Dawson's objections, I took her for a long stroll in the hospital garden. On the way back, I deliberately detoured through another wing. 1515 56.7% Chapter 21-Mr. Tall, handsome Light-footed, I breathed a quiet sigh of relief that Aaron hadn't noticed me. But the moment I re-entered the room and met those perfect green eyes... my lungs forgot how to work. 15015 Leave a comment 56.765