The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 119

The Heiress He Underestimated

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Chapter 119 The Gift Of Normal

By Sunday morning, Drakonius was officially stable enough to move back to his regular room. His numbers were good, the rejection was under control, and Elera had finally stopped looking like she was about to collapse from exhaustion. Clara had basically taken over making sure everyone ate and slept like actual human beings instead of caffeine–powered research machines.

‘I’m going to miss my fancy medical suite,” Drakonius said as Simon disconnected the last of the monitoring equipment. “It had excellent room service.”

‘Your regular room has the same room service. It’s the same kitchen,” Elera pointed out.

‘Yes, but the medical suite had that special ‘I’m recovering from a near–death experience‘ ambiance. Very exclusive.”

‘You’re ridiculous.”

‘I’m alive so I’m allowed to be ridiculous.”

Elera couldn’t argue with that. She helped him back to his room, even though he insisted he could walk perfectly fine on his own. The truth was, she just wanted to stay close. The past forty–eight hours had been terrifying, and some part of her brain was still convinced that if she let him out of her sight, something terrible would happen.

‘I’m not going to disappear if you blink,” Drakonius said gently, reading her mind like he always did.

‘I know. Logically, I know. But my anxiety doesn’t care about logic.”

‘Fair enough. You can hover all you want. I don’t mind.”

Once he was settled in his own bed, looking much more comfortable than he had in the medical suite, Elera finally let herself relax a tiny bit. They’d made it through the crisis. He was okay. They were okay.

“You should sleep,” Drakonius said. “Like, sleep in an actual bed for more than four hours.”

“I slept yesterday.”

“You passed out from exhaustion for three hours in a recliner. That doesn’t count.”

“It counts a little.”

“Go to bed, Elera. Doctor’s orders. Oh wait, you’re the doctor. Patient’s orders?”

“That’s not how this works.”

“I’m making it how it works. Go. Sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Elera wanted to argue, but she was so tired her bones hurt. “Fine. But if anything feels wrong, anything at all, you call me immediately.”

“I promise.”

11:08 am PDXD.

Chapter 119 The Gift Of Normal

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She dragged herself to her room and fell into bed fully clothed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

She woke up eight hours later feeling almost human again. The sun was setting, painting her room in orange and gold. She’d slept the entire day. When was the last time she’d done that?

Her phone had about a million notifications, but she ignored them all. Whatever crisis the world was having could wait until she’d had coffee and a shower.

She found Clara in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled amazing. “You’re awake,” Clara said. “Good. I was starting to think you’d died up there.”

“Just sleeping. Apparently, I needed it.”

“You think?” Clara handed her a mug of coffee. “Drink. Then eat. Then we need to talk about the seventeen different disasters that happened while you were unconscious.”

“Can’t the disasters wait until after breakfast?”

“Nope. They’re time–sensitive disasters. The worst kind.”

Elera groaned but accepted the coffee. “Fine. Hit me with it.”

‘Disaster number one: Your father is now claiming he’s being harassed by your fans. Apparently, people have been showing up at his house demanding he apologize to you. He’s playing the victim again, but this time with a side of ‘my daughter’s crazy followers are threatening me.“”

‘That’s actually kind of funny.”

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