Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 717

Chapter 717: Dion and Natalie sitting On A Tree...

By night, Natalie was moved out of the ICU and into an obscenely expensive private ward, one Dion knew he would never see in his lifetime if their roles were reversed.

And right now, he was fussing over her like a mother hen.

"You sure you’re okay?" Dion asked for the fourth time, already lifting the cup of water again. "Your throat might be dry."

Natalie gave the look as he carefully held the straw to her lips. "Dion, I promise I won’t evaporate if you stop hovering for five minutes."

He waited until she’d taken a few sips before lowering the cup. Then, as if he remembered something urgent, he adjusted her pillow, fluffed it once, then gently shifted the blanket higher so it covered her properly.

"That’s really not necessary," she said, heat creeping into her cheeks.

"I know," he replied simply. "But I want to."

That made her pause.

Dion moved to the side of the bed and gently took her foot in his hands. "Your legs were tense earlier. Sometimes massaging helps people relax."

In a twinkle of an eye, he was massaging her feet. But instead of it helping her relax, Natalie burst into a soft giggle. "Dion, that tickles!"

Except that little movement tugged at her ribs and she hissed faintly.

Instant panic crossed Dion’s face, and he dropped her foot immediately. "Hey—hey—don’t laugh. You’re injured."

Natalie told him. "How exactly do you expect me not to laugh when something tickles?"

Dion exhaled, half relieved she was okay, and half flustered. "I’ll just stop then."

He moved closer to her side of the bed instead, resting his hand on the mattress near her arm. "Do you need anything else? Should I call the nurse to check on you?"

Natalie shook her head slowly. "No. I’m good. Really."

Then silence settled between them. It was not an uncomfortable one, just awkward and underlined with a strange tension.

Their eyes met, and for a moment neither of them looked away. There was something different in the air now, but Dion cleared his throat, ruining the moment.

"You should sleep now. I’ll keep watch," Dion said to her.

Natalie frowned. "Or rather, you’re the one who needs the rest."

As expected, he shook his head. "You’re the one in a hospital bed, and I promised I wouldn’t leave your side."

"You already did more than enough, Dion" she said. "You stayed with me all through the accident, the ambulance, the ICU... Do you have any idea the physical and mental toll that must’ve taken on you?"

"Not when it’s my fault you were in that crash."

Natalie stared at him. "What?"

"Oh, come on, Dion," she scoffed weakly. "You’re not seriously blaming yourself for my accident."

"Isn’t that the truth, though? If I hadn’t appeared in your mirror, you wouldn’t have been distracted. You would’ve seen the car coming from the opposite side."

"No," Natalie said firmly. "You might have actually saved my life. For God’s sake, Dion, I was speeding. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was the one who put myself in danger and you’re the one who made me slow down."

Dion went silent, stunned by her words. For once, he had no argument.

"If anything..." Natalie murmured, her voice dropping. "I should be thanking you with a kiss, my hero."

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