Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 188

The little girl from the hospital

Grace

It still felt unreal, like I had stepped into a dream I never even knew I was allowed to have.

Too many things had happened in the past few days, things that confused me, things I didn’t fully understand, things I knew I might never completely untangle, and yet, for once, none of that mattered. I didn’t want to think about the past or worry about the future. I didn’t want to analyze or question and doubt.

All I wanted was the present. And right now, the present was the man standing in front of me.

I lifted my gaze to Apollo, watching him as he cut onions and vegetables with ease. His movements were precise and fast without being careless, as if cooking was something he had always known how to do.

The sleeves of his hoodie were pushed up, exposing his forearms, and I found my eyes following the subtle flex of muscle and the veins standing out beneath his skin as his long fingers moved. I swallowed, then looked away, annoyed at myself for staring, only to realize it didn’t help much at all.

God. Should I be more surprised that my boss, the man I once feared more than anyone, was calmly making breakfast for me in his own kitchen? Or should I be more worried that I wouldn’t be able to control myself and would end up throwing myself at him again, after barely managing to restrain myself just moments ago?

I let out a quiet sigh and forced my attention elsewhere, because at this point, my thoughts were becoming dangerous.

Somehow, I had grown used to his touch in such a short amount of time that the absence of it now felt unsettling. Without his hands on me, and without his presence pressing close, there was an unfamiliar emptiness that made my chest feel oddly hollow.

I shook my head, trying to chase away the warmth creeping up my spine, especially when memories from last night threatened to surface, memories of how confident I had been when I went down on him, how easily I had let go, how intensely good he made me feel.

“Get it together, Grace,” I muttered under my breath, closing my eyes for a brief second. “Not now.”

Earlier, when I had been cooking, Apollo had told me to sit down and start eating what was already ready while he finished cooking the rest. I had wanted to protest, and tell him I could handle it, but the words never made it past my lips. My body had listened to him before my mind could argue, and now I was seated comfortably at the table while my man cooked for me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The thought made my lips curve upward before I could stop myself, especially when a certain word slipped into my mind.

My man.

My smile widened despite myself. That was right. Apollo was my man. We were in a relationship. Whether I was still nervous, uncertain, or overwhelmed didn’t change that fact.

Apollo Reed was my boyfriend. The man who once intimidated me with a single look was now standing in his kitchen, making me breakfast, as sunlight spilled across the room.

I looked up at him again, and this time, I realized his eyes were already on me, as if he had been watching me the entire time, quietly taking in every expression as my thoughts wandered.

When his eyes met mine, he raised an eyebrow slightly, as if silently questioning what was going on in my head. Heat rushed straight to my face, and I immediately looked away, suddenly far too aware of how intense his gaze

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was.

To escape it, I reached for the bottle of syrup, convincing myself I was just hungry and absolutely not flustered.

I twisted the cap open, lifting the bottle over the pancakes, but the moment the scent hit my nose, my stomach lurched violently. (2

“Oh-”

I gagged, clapping a hand over my mouth as nausea surged up without warning. The bottle slipped from my fingers and landed on the table with a dull thud as I staggered back a step, my body reacting faster than my could catch up.

mind

Before I even fully registered what was happening, Apollo was there.

He dropped whatever he was holding and moved to me instantly, one hand pressing gently against my back as he leaned down, his brows drawn together, hazel eyes sharp with concern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low but urgent. “Are you sick?”

I swallowed hard, my throat tight and uncomfortable as I fought the urge to vomit. I shook my head quickly, still covering my mouth, then slowly lowered my hand and forced myself to breathe.

“N–no… I’m okay,” I said, though even to my own ears it sounded uncertain. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what just happened.”

Apollo didn’t respond right away. He studied my face closely, his gaze intense, as if he were trying to read something he didn’t understand. And honestly, neither could I. I wasn’t allergic to syrup, in fact, I loved it. I had eaten it countless times before. There was no reason for my body to react like that.

Seeing him still watching me so carefully made me nervous, so I forced a small smile.

“Maybe it’s just indigestion,” I said lightly. “I’m really fine.”

He looked like he wanted to say something, his lips parting slightly, but before he could, my phone suddenly started ringing on the table.

I blinked and glanced down at it, grateful for the interruption. The number on the screen was unfamiliar. My first instinct was Charles, but then reality caught up with me, his friend had said he was arrested. I hesitated for only a second before picking it up.

I glanced at Apollo once more, then brought the phone to my ear.

“Yes?”

There was silence on the other end.

I frowned slightly. “Um… if you’re not going to say anything, I’m hanging up.”

I was just about to end the call when a small, soft voice finally came through, trembling slightly.

“G–Grace… it’s me.”

My confusion deepened. “Who…?”

“It’s me,” the girl said again, her voice weak. “Hannah. I’ve been eating like you said… but you promised you’d

come back. When are you going to come back? I–I want to see the bunny man again.”

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My breath caught in my throat.

“I don’t underst-“I started, but the words died in my throat as realization slammed into me all at once.

My eyes widened, and I gasped softly, turning to Apollo without even thinking.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

He looked down at me, one hand slipping into his pocket, his expression immediately alert.

“Who is that?” he asked.

My heart pounded as I clutched the phone tighter.

“It’s her,” I said quietly, still stunned. “The little girl from the hospital.”

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I’ll talk to Hannah

Grace

“It’s me, Hannah. I’ve been eating like you said, but you promised you’d come back. When are you going to come back? I want to see the bunny man again.”

I ran as the little girl’s voice echoed over and over in my mind.

My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might tear through my chest as I pushed forward, barely aware of where I was going, only knowing that I had to get to her. I moved past people in the hallway, my breath uneven.

I wasn’t careful. I slammed straight into someone, the impact sending both of us stumbling to the ground. The man let out a sharp groan, irritation clear in his voice as he looked at me.

“What the hell? Are you blind?”

I didn’t even look at him properly. I bowed my head quickly, words spilling out without thought. “I’m so sorry.” Before he could say anything else, I was already back on my feet, turning and running again as fast as my legs would carry me.

“Fuck, are you insane? Get back here this instant!” he shouted behind me.

I didn’t stop, or turn around.

I only knew that the footsteps behind me suddenly halted, as if something, rather, someone, had stopped them. I didn’t hear what was said, didn’t see what Apollo did, but I knew instinctively that the man wasn’t following me anymore.

When I reached the familiar room, I slowed, my steps faltering as I came to a stop outside the door. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I leaned closer to the small window in the door.

Inside the room, Hannah was sitting up on the bed. She was holding a crayon in her small hand, coloring carefully on a white sheet of paper spread out in front of her. Her movements were slow but focused. Beside her was Genesis, dressed casually in shorts and a hoodie, leaning slightly toward her as she spoke.

I couldn’t hear what she said, but whatever it was made Hannah’s lips curve upward before she returned to her drawing, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

I blinked.

My mind struggled to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. This was the same girl who barely reacted to voices, who kept to herself, who stared blankly at walls as if the world around her didn’t exist. And now she was drawing.

Inside the room, Genesis suddenly paused, as if she felt my gaze. She looked toward the door, and when her eyes met mine through the glass, her expression softened into a smile. She turned back to Hannah and said something quietly.

Hannah nodded and continued coloring, completely at ease.

Genesis stood and walked toward the door, closing it quietly behind her as she stepped into the hallway with me.

I took a step back, staring at her.

“Am I seeing things?” I asked breathlessly. “Is that really Hannah?”

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Genesis nodded. “Yes. It’s really her.”

I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“I was surprised too,” Genesis continued. “Yesterday, the hospital called me and told me she was doing well. She was eating properly, responding more, and even speaking to others without shutting herself off.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face, my eyes stinging.

“How is that possible?” I asked.

“I don’t know for sure. But from what I’ve been told, she started acting better after the last time you came.” She said, “The nurse said she’s been eating well, and that she keeps looking at the door, like she’s waiting for you.”

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“I didn’t want to tell you earlier. You were probably spending time with Apollo, and I didn’t want to interrupt. But

I guess Hannah couldn’t wait anymore. She took the nurse’s phone and called you herself.”

I felt my smile widen without me even realizing it.

I didn’t know why exactly this made me so happy, but it did, so much that my chest felt warm. Seeing Hannah like that, sitting up, drawing, reacting, and living, it felt like a small miracle. For some reason I couldn’t explain, that thought alone filled me with overwhelming joy.

I turned back to Genesis, my eyes drifting once more toward the door before I spoke.

“Wait,” I said. “Has she said anything about the accident yet?”

Genesis shook her head slowly.

“No,” she replied. “She hasn’t mentioned it at all. And honestly, I don’t want to push her. I don’t want to trigger anything she’s not ready to face yet.” She paused, then let out a small, helpless sigh.

“And besides, I’m terrible with kids, that’s why I was hoping you could help.”

I looked at the door again, my gaze lingering on it, then I heard a familiar deep voice behind me.

“You don’t have to ask her,” Apollo said calmly. “If you don’t want to.

I paused and turned around.

He was standing right there, tall and solid, towering slightly over me. For a second, I realized I had almost forgotten he came with me. He had been there the whole time, quietly following, silently making sure I was okay, just like he always did now.

Genesis looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re fine losing your only lead?”

Apollo didn’t even look at her. His eyes were still on me.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “I am.”

Genesis stared at him for a moment, then let out a short chuckle, shaking her head. “Right,” she said. “I almost forgot how much you’ve changed.”

She sighed, her expression turning more serious.

“Apollo’s right. I’m sorry, Grace. I shouldn’t have put you, or Hannah, on the spot like that. Making her relive something painful before she’s ready isn’t the right move. We’ll wait until she’s fully better before we ask her

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anything.”

I didn’t respond right away. I stood there in silence, thinking.

I glanced at Apollo. I didn’t know the full story. But I knew one thing, this mattered to him. And at the same time, I didn’t want to hurt Hannah. I didn’t want to drag her back into a past that clearly terrified her. But maybe there was another way.

I took a breath, my resolve slowly forming. I turned back to both of them, my expression firm despite the nervous flutter in my chest.

“I’ll go,” I said.

Genesis blinked. “What?”

I met her gaze, then Apollo’s, determination burning quietly in my eyes.

“I’ll talk to Hannah,” I repeated. “I won’t force her. I won’t ask her anything she doesn’t want to answer. But I’ll try. I’ll find a way that won’t hurt her.”