Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 115

Gideon frowned slightly.

"Grandma. Stop making fun of me."

The old lady scoffed and looked away. "Making fun of you? I'm worried sick about you. Look at how old you are, and you don't even have a woman by your side to care for you. That girl is wonderful—kind-hearted, a great cook, and those eyes—"

"Grandma," Gideon interrupted. "It's time for your medicine."

Beatrice swallowed her words, her brows instantly knitting together. "I won't take them. Eating those pills every single day leaves my mouth so bitter I can't taste a thing."

Gideon didn't argue. He just tapped the back of the front seat.

The assistant in the front seat immediately handed back a thermos and a pill organizer.

He opened the organizer, tipped the pills into his palm, unscrewed the thermos lid, and held them both out to her.

"Grandma, your medicine."

Beatrice scowled and shook her head.

Gideon lowered his voice. "You were in such good spirits this morning because you finally caught up on your doses last night. If you miss one now, you'll feel awful by the afternoon. Do you really want Seraphina to see you looking like you did yesterday?"

As he said that last sentence, he stared at the pills and frowned slightly, as if he himself felt there was something mildly inappropriate about using Seraphina to coax his grandmother.

The old lady's eyes lit up. "No, no. I want to look my absolute best when I see my Seraphina."

She grabbed the pills, tossed them back, and gulped them down.

Gideon cracked a faint smile and put the organizer away.

Beatrice leaned back against the seat, exhaustion washing over her again, and quickly fell asleep.

Gideon unfolded a thin blanket and draped it over her shoulders.

Once he finished, he settled back into his seat, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Seraphina laughed and waved them off. "Don't flatter me, I just got lucky."

"What luck? That was pure skill," the woman said, walking over and patting her on the shoulder. "Stop being so modest. You haven't seen the project group chat. Everyone's been singing your praises for the past two days."

Seraphina felt a little embarrassed, the tips of her ears burning, but a profound warmth spread through her chest.

She navigated the hallway and reached her cubicle, finding a potted pothos plant sitting on her desk.

Attached to it was a sticky note in Julian's handwriting: "Got you a little greenery. Stop staring at your screen all day."

She smiled, took a seat, and booted up her computer.

As the screen flickered to life, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The feeling of being acknowledged and valued made her feel incredibly grounded.

It was nothing like her old life, where no matter what she did, everyone took her for granted. No one had ever asked if she was tired, and no one had ever asked what she wanted.