Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301

Ophelia’s chest tightened, and she frowned. “But what about your injuries…”

She was really worried that moving might pull at his wounds and hurt him even more.

But Alaric didn’t reply. The only sound in the room was their breathing.

With him holding her from behind, Ophelia couldn’t see how he was doing, but she could hear his soft, shallow breaths, feel his heartbeat, and his warm chest pressed against her back.

Out of nowhere, Ophelia’s cheeks turned a little red. She grumbled under her breath, “You’re so badly hurt, but you still don’t know how to take care of yourself. Why are you being so reckless?”

Right now, she stayed perfectly still, afraid that even the slightest movement might accidentally make him pull at his wounds.

Gradually, Ophelia relaxed too, and before she knew it, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

By morning, daylight filled the room.

Once they’d rested up, Ella and Ryan rushed over.

Peering through the window, they stared in disbelief at the scene inside, eyes wide.

“Whoa, what happened here?” Ella gasped, her jaw dropping in shock.

“Did Ms. Rowle get so tired taking care of Mr. Caldwell that she just crashed right there?” Ryan scratched his head, totally baffled. ‘Wait, why is she sleeping in his hospital bed?’

“Shh, don’t say a word,” Ella whispered, signaling Ryan to keep quiet. ‘Don’t wake them up.’

Honestly, seeing them like this made her feel a little more at ease.

“Looks like Mr. Caldwell’s gonna be fine. Let’s just wait until they wake up,” Ella said, pulling Ryan over to sit on the waiting chairs.

Ryan glanced inside and sighed, “Ms. Rowle’s really working hard.”

She’s not even fully recovered herself, but she’s still here looking after Mr. Caldwell.

Ella raised an eyebrow, secretly delighted. ‘Caught them red-handed this time. I bet they’ll make it official soon.’

Now that she wasn’t worried anymore, Ella was grinning, ready to grab her popcorn and watch the show.

Inside the hospital room, Ophelia slowly opened her eyes.

She blinked, a little dazed, before it finally hit her where she was and what was going on.

“Alaric,” she called softly, but he didn’t answer.

She let out a quiet sigh and tried to pull his arm away from around her, but the more she tugged, the tighter he held on.

Ophelia rolled her eyes, helpless. “You’re totally awake and still pretending to be asleep?”

‘He’s really going to keep up this act and ignore me?’ she thought, a little annoyed.

“Ophelia, don’t move. Just let me hold you a bit longer,” Alaric mumbled from behind.

“I need to check how you’re doing,” Ophelia said patiently. ‘His health has to come first right now.’

“Ophelia, I’m fine. You’re my cure. As long as you’re here, I feel better,” Alaric murmured, nuzzling his chin against her neck.

Ophelia’s expression froze, and she grumbled, “Behave yourself, or I’m not talking to you.”

“Then stay with me, Ophelia,” Alaric said, pulling her even closer, his chin nestled in the crook of her neck, looking like he never wanted to let go.

Ophelia gritted her teeth in exasperation. “Alaric, do you even remember you’re supposed to be a patient?”

He’s got these serious injuries, and the second he wakes up, he’s already causing trouble.

“As long as you remember, that’s all that matters,” Alaric whispered in her ear, his tone full of teasing.

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