Chapter 11
(IVY'S POV)
A dull ache throbbed in my head as I slowly blinked my eyes open. The room around me was unfamiliar.... too white, too sterile. The steady beeping of a machine echoed in the quiet space, and the faint scent of antiseptic filled my nose.
I frowned, my mind sluggish as I tried to piece things together. This wasn’t my apartment.
Then it hit me.
The fever. The exhaustion. The last thing I remembered was struggling to get up from bed before everything went black.
I turned my head slightly, and that’s when I saw him.
Adrian Blackwell.
He was sitting in the chair beside my bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together. He wasn’t looking at me, but his presence was impossible to ignore.
Even in a hospital room, he was put together. Dark slacks, cr
