I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 134

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**

**Chapter 134**

“Alright, listen carefully. Whatever you do, keep those casts dry. No putting any weight on your foot for at least four weeks, and then we’ll reassess your situation,” Paul instructed, his tone firm yet caring.

“Four weeks! How am I supposed to manage? I can’t even use crutches with this broken arm! What am I supposed to do?” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration and anxiety.

“That’s what this guy is here for,” Paul replied, giving Liam a friendly slap on the back, a gesture meant to reassure her.

Liam looked down at her, his expression warm and encouraging. “Don’t worry, Talya. I’ll take care of you. We’ll figure it out together.”

Talya shook her head, disbelief clouding her features. “Four weeks,” she muttered under her breath, the weight of the situation settling heavily on her shoulders.

“Stop dwelling on it for now. Focus on the fact that you’re leaving this place,” Liam urged, trying to redirect her thoughts to the brighter side of things.

“Need a hand?” Paul offered, his voice light as he prepared to assist.

“I’ll grab Talya, and you can manage the doors,” Liam replied, stepping forward with determination. He positioned himself in front of her, the bag slung over his shoulder, ready for action.

“Are we getting a wheelchair or something?” Talya asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m your wheelchair,” Liam quipped, a playful grin spreading across his face. Without hesitation, he bent down and effortlessly lifted her into his arms. Talya instinctively wrapped her good arm around his neck, feeling a mix of gratitude and vulnerability as he carefully navigated her out of the room, being cautious not to bump her injured arm or leg against the door frames.

As they emerged into the fresh air, she noticed a blue truck parked nearby, its exterior gleaming under the sunlight, looking relatively new. Paul opened the passenger door, and Liam gently placed her in the front seat, ensuring she was comfortable before dropping the bag into the back and closing the door with a soft click. He exchanged a few words with Paul, who seemed to offer a final wave of encouragement.

“Are you ready?” Liam asked, glancing at her with a reassuring smile.

Talya nodded, her curiosity piqued. “Whose truck is this?” she inquired, intrigued by the vehicle.

“It’s mine,” Liam replied, his gaze flickering to her as he settled into the driver’s seat.

“I’m really sorry about your car, Liam,” Talya said, the guilt bubbling up again, compelling her to apologize once more.

“I’ve told you before, there’s no need to apologize. It’s just a car,” he said, his tone dismissive of her concerns, though she could sense the underlying truth in his words.

Talya anticipated a long journey, but to her surprise, within just five minutes, Liam turned into a driveway. As they approached the house, she looked up, her eyes widening in awe.

“You live in a log cabin?” she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.

He turned his head to meet her gaze, a hint of pride in his voice. “I do. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” he asked, a playful edge to his tone.

“That’s amazing!” Talya replied, her excitement palpable. “I’ve always wanted to see the inside of a log cabin!”

Liam chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “Well, let’s go explore it together.” He hopped out of the truck and quickly made his way around to her side.

“Do you want me to try walking so you don’t have to carry me?” Talya suggested hesitantly, wanting to ease his burden.

He frowned, a hint of stubbornness in his demeanor. “Absolutely not. You heard Paul. You can’t put any weight on that leg.”

“Well, I could hop on one leg or something,” she mumbled, trying to assert her independence.

“Come on,” Liam said, ignoring her protest. He lifted her effortlessly against his chest and started walking towards the cabin, his steps steady and sure.

The log cabin, while not enormous, had a quaint charm that made her heart flutter. Three wooden steps led up to a porch adorned with a cozy swing that beckoned for lazy afternoons.

“Not enough,” Liam said, his expression suddenly serious. She frowned at him, but he quickly moved on. “But I’m starving, so I’ll eat whatever you don’t.”

“I don’t know how you manage to eat like this and not gain weight. I just look at food and I gain weight,” Talya said, a hint of disgust creeping into her voice.

Liam glanced at her, as if he were about to respond, but he held back. “Alright, I’ve got beef and broccoli, cashew chicken, sesame chicken…”

“Sesame chicken!” Talya interrupted, her eyes lighting up.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying her enthusiasm. “Okay, sesame chicken for the lady.” He handed her the carton, and she opened it, bringing it to her nose to inhale the delightful aroma.

She sighed contentedly. “I love sesame chicken. Thank you.” It took her a moment to get settled, but soon she had the container nestled in the crook of her arm beside her cast, using her left hand to eat. Though she struggled a bit with coordination, she made it work.

Liam popped open a bottle of water and handed it to her. “What do you like to drink? I wasn’t sure what to stock in the house,” he asked, genuinely wanting to cater to her preferences.

“Water’s fine,” Talya replied, her mouth full.

“What else do you like? Soda? Juice? Tea? Sparkling water?” he continued, eager to make her feel at home.

“I like sparkling water. This is really good Chinese, by the way. Honestly, it’s the best I’ve had,” she said, trying to savor each bite, even as her hunger urged her to eat faster.

“You’re probably really hungry after not eating anything for five days,” Liam pointed out, his voice laced with concern. “Just whatever Paul had you hooked up to.”

Talya nodded, continuing to eat until she finally felt full. “I’m full. Do you want the rest of mine?” she offered, pushing the container toward him.

He accepted it with a grateful smile. “Thank you for lunch. I really appreciate it. You can just start a tab for what I owe you,” she said, half-jokingly.

Liam frowned, a hint of seriousness returning to his demeanor. “You don’t owe me anything. It’s my job to take care of you.” Talya looked up at him, catching the sincerity in his eyes. “I mean—you’re staying in my home after all,” he added smoothly, his gaze dropping to his food as he took a bite. Talya couldn’t help but wonder about the weight of his words, but she pushed the thought aside, grateful for his kindness.