When the hospital room door opened, I was staring at the bandage wrapped around my forehead in a small mirror.
"Baby, you scared the hell out of me!"
Carlin swept in like a hurricane, her heels clicking loudly against the floor, and threw her arms around me.
"When I heard you'd been in a car accident, my legs literally went weak."
"Relax." I patted her back soothingly. "They checked me from head to toe. Nothing's wrong. If you'd gotten here any later, I would've already been discharged."
As I comforted her, my eyes drifted toward the tall figure standing by the door.
I froze.
"Mr. Clark? What are you doing here?"
Ivan was dressed in a charcoal-gray suit, elegant and refined, holding a bouquet of flowers as he watched us with a gentle smile.
"Sorry, Mr. Clark, please come in," Carl
