Iris was mumbling about Alan and shivered with fever. Aiden called his doctor who told she was having PTSD. Aiden grew concern and when he woke her she still looked tired.
“Where’s Alan?” She asked grabbing his sleeves with trembling hands.
“He is fine.” Alan answered through gritted teeth.
He doesn’t know why she was so concerned about this Alan guy and it made him jealous.
“I want to see him.” She tried to get up but he pulled her back and kissed her nape.
“It is late night, love. Will be there tomorrow okay? Now, let’s have some dinner. I am starving already.” Aiden chuckled and felt her ease in his arms.
She felt guilty for dragging him in this mess and quickly agreed to join him in the dinner. Regardless of not being hungry, she couldn’t refuse because he wouldn’t eat either.
