She turned back in shock, only to see that Chad Yakov, who had been quietly sleeping on the sofa, had woken up at some point.
His mischievous dark eyes were slightly raised, smiling as he glanced at her.
"Victoria, you care about me so much?" He flicked a long finger, teasingly lifting the thin blanket draped over him, his smug expression seeming to say, no need to explain, I know it all.
"No, I just..."
"Hmm?" Chad Yakov heard her denial, and his aura instantly turned cold; his thin lips pressed together, curving into a chilling arc.
Victoria Gibson swallowed back her unfinished words automatically.
Just as she prepared to leave his embrace, Chad Yakov quickly picked her up horizontally, striding over to the sickbed.
He placed her on the bed and lay down beside her.
The general ward bed was a bit small, just right for one person; with two, they had to lie tightly together.
Carelessly, one could roll off the bed.
