The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Hannah had been knocked out for three days straight. Last night, when she just couldn’t get any sleep, she did some self-acupuncture. By today, she was pretty much back to normal.

She got out of bed, planning to move around a bit. When she spotted Barnaby sleeping in the next bed, before she knew it, she was standing right by his side.

Barnaby’s features were deep-set and chiseled, every line both elegant and masculine, giving him an aloof, almost ascetic vibe.

Those striking eyes were gently shut, his brows smooth and relaxed, he was clearly sleeping soundly.

The fact that he could finally get some real sleep meant his condition had improved a lot. Once she finished the last round of treatment, helped him recover, and got him on his meds, he’d be back to normal in no time.

Once that happened, they’d have nothing to do with each other anymore. They wouldn’t be sharing a place, either.

Even just meeting up would mean coming up with some lame excuse.

Just thinking about it made Hannah’s heart ache a little. She found herself staring at his perfect, ridiculously good-looking face, totally lost in thought.

Suddenly, she had an idea. Hannah pulled out her phone, opened the camera, and, making sure no one was watching, secretly snapped a photo of him. ‘No one will ever know,’ she thought to herself.

Just as she was about to leave, Barnaby suddenly grabbed the corner of her shirt. She spun around to find him awake, his dark, intense eyes locked onto her.

Hannah got busted taking a sneaky photo. Embarrassed, she hid her phone behind her back and tried to play it cool. “When did you wake up?” she asked, pretending nothing was wrong.

Barnaby was a light sleeper, always on edge. The slightest sound would snap him awake. He’d actually woken up the moment Hannah got out of bed, but when he felt her coming over, he just lay there, pretending to be asleep.

He sat up, propping himself up with one arm, reached for his phone on the nightstand, and said, “Just woke up. You want a photo or something?”

His voice was still rough from sleep, deep and even more magnetic than usual.

Hannah was speechless.

‘He’s definitely doing this on purpose, she thought.

Before Hannah could even get the word “no” out, Barnaby grabbed her hand and pulled her close. He came up behind her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and raised his phone. “Come on, look at the camera,” he

teased.

Hannah could feel his solid chest pressed against her back, and she went completely still, not daring to even

breathe.

She looked at the phone screen, and on it, it looked like Barnaby was hugging her from behind, the two of them looking every bit like a couple head over heels for each other.

Her eyes sparkled, the awkwardness from before completely gone. Deep down, something unfamiliar and sweet was starting to take root.

After they’d snapped a few selfies, Hannah leaned in to check out the photos on his phone. “Let me take a look. Send me the ones that look good on WhatsApp,” she said.

“Just send yourself the ones you like. I’m gonna go freshen up,” Barnaby said, handing her his phone.

Hannah paused, holding his phone. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll snoop through your WhatsApp?”

Barnaby, squeezing toothpaste in the bathroom, replied coolly, “Feel free. Read all you want.”

Hannah held his phone, gazing at their sweet selfies on the screen. She couldn’t help but smile, her heart feeling like it had just been drenched in honey, warm and impossibly sweet.

Just then, the buzzer to the hospital room went off.

Hannah went to open the door and found a guy standing there. He was unfairly gorgeous, so pretty he could outshine any girl, with dramatic smoky eye makeup and a vibe that was straight-up flamboyant.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing in Barnaby’s room?” he demanded, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

The guy hadn’t expected a girl to open the door, especially one this pretty. But she looked cold and aloof, definitely not someone you’d want to cross.

He’d been told Barnaby was into guys, so what was a girl doing here? And in a hospital gown, no less.

Hannah frowned, before she could say anything, Barnaby walked out of the bathroom. “Who’s this?” he asked.

“Barnaby, it’s me, Felix! Don’t you remember? We met at the bar on the fourth floor of the Deaxen Hotel that night,” the guy said, fluttering his fingers in a dramatic gesture.

Hannah knew the fourth floor of the Deaxen Hotel, it was a bar, and word was, one could find all sorts of people there, couples of every kind.

She glanced at Barnaby. ‘Wow, even his side piece tracked him down. This guy really gets around,’ she thought.

Barnaby shot the guy a frosty glare. ‘Great, another clingy admirer just showing up out of nowhere,’ he thought.

Every year, there were always dozens of guys and girls pulling every stunt in the book to get close to him, all hoping to warm his bed and score the spot as his wife.

Ronin usually took care of these nuisances, but he was probably out grabbing breakfast right now, and the bodyguard at the door was nowhere to be seen.

“Get inside,” Barnaby said, pushing Hannah back into the room and shutting the door behind her.

The next scene was way too bloody for a girl like Hannah to witness.

Hannah, shoved back into the room, just stood there, totally speechless. ‘Seriously?’

Out of nowhere, that honey-sweet feeling in her heart curdled, leaving her feeling sour and jealous.

The next day.

Hannah had just stepped off the plane from Southmart to Brynlock when she got a message from Van.

Piggy: [Boss, I got Lauren’s memory card. I’m waiting for you at this café.]

Hannah checked the address he sent and replied: [Okay.]

She put her phone away, spotted the restroom sign ahead, and turned to Barnaby. “I’m gonna hit the restroom. You go on ahead, ‘no need to wait for me. I’ve got a friend waiting, so I’ll just head over to meet him.”

Barnaby stopped in his tracks. “Which friend?”

Seeing the look on Barnaby’s face, clearly not about to leave without a real answer, Hannah gave in. “Van.”

“Yeah,” Barnaby said, though for a moment, his eyes darkened with irritation.

Hannah didn’t catch his mood at all and just walked into the restroom.

She deliberately stayed in the restroom a bit longer, waiting until she was sure Barnaby had left before coming out.

But the moment she stepped out, she bumped right into Barnaby, who was standing outside, talking on the phone. As soon as he saw her, he quickly said to the person on the other end, “Let’s leave it at that. I’m hanging up.”

Hannah was at a loss for words.

Barnaby glanced at his watch and asked, “Took you a while in there. Stomach acting up?”

‘Why does he have to be so nosy?’ she thought, feeling awkward.

They made their way out of the airport through the VIP lane, where Ronin and the driver were already waiting at the exit.

Barnaby opened the back door for her. “Where are you meeting him? I’ll give you a ride.”

Ronin leaned in and whispered, “Barnaby, Mr. Finneus’s meeting is about to start…”

Barnaby shot him a frosty glare, and Ronin instantly clammed up,

Hannah really didn’t want to tell him at first, but when she saw the ridiculous line for taxis at the airport, she

gave up and just hopped in his car.

“Lansdale Café,” she told him, giving the address.

On the way, Barnaby was sprawled out in the back seat, juggling his laptop and phone, totally caught up in work and barely looking up for a second.

Hannah honestly couldn’t make sense of what Barnaby really felt about her. He was always buried in work, yet he still insisted on sticking by her side.

He was supposed to be into guys, but he kept sending her all these mixed signals, flirting one moment, then pushing her away the next whenever she tried to get close. ‘Seriously, what is this guy thinking?’ she wondered, feeling more confused than ever.

Forty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of Lansdale Café in the heart of the city.

Hannah got out of the car, and when she turned, she saw Barnaby stepping out as well.

“Either I go with you, or Ronin does. Take your pick,” he said.

Hannah frowned. ‘Why is he acting like my shadow lately? He hasn’t let me out of his sight these past couple of days,’ she thought.

Seeing she didn’t answer, Barnaby added, “If you don’t pick, we’re both tagging along.”

His tone was bossy, making it clear she had no say in the matter.

Hannah’s frown deepened. “What, are you worried I’ll run off and stop treating you?”

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