Caesar entered the bedroom quietly, finding Amara awake, though her body was still fragile, with her broken hand and leg immobilized. He moved toward her, his presence commanding yet calm, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Amara’s heart raced at his nearness, his handsome face and intense gaze making her feel nervous. She quickly lowered her head, trying to steady her breath, but the attraction she felt toward him was undeniable.
He looked at her with concern, sensing something was off. "What are you trying to do?" he asked gently.
Amara hesitated, her voice soft and uncertain. "I… I wanted to go to the toilet."
Caesar was taken aback, his brow furrowing. "And you didn’t ask for help?"
Amara's face flushed with embarrassment as she shifted uncomfortably. "Can you please call someone
