STEPHAN
"Jasmine…" I called out softly the moment I saw her limping toward her room, one hand braced lightly against the wall for support.
She paused, turning slightly. "What is wrong with your leg?" I asked, concerned about tightening my chest as I moved closer.
She swallowed hard and tried to wave it off. "Erm… well, I mistakenly tripped. Pretty sure it will heal up before tomorrow."
My eyes widened. "When was that?"
"Oh… I wanted to get someone in trouble and fell from the stairs," she replied casually, as if it were nothing.
My heart lurched. Before I could stop myself, I closed the distance in two strides and scooped her up into my arms, bridal style. She let out a small gasp, her hands instinctively gripping my shoulders.
"Hey… what is wrong? It's not that serious…" she started.
"Shut it," I said firmly, cutting her off as I carried her straight to the living room and gently placed her on the wide armchair.
