Amara nodded, relieved that Rowan didn’t mention the kiss from last night. She sighed inwardly, thankful for his discretion.
Rowan handed her the bowl of soup. "Have this and replenish your energy."
Amara reluctantly agreed and took the bowl from him. The soup's warmth and aroma provided some comfort as she sipped it slowly. Meanwhile, Rowan stepped out of the room to make a quick call.
"Kyle, call Dr. Vince. I want him to check on Amara once more," Rowan instructed.
A few minutes later, Dr. Vince arrived and performed a thorough check-up. "She's doing much better," he said, packing up his equipment. "The effects of the drug have mostly worn off. She just needs rest and hydration."
"Thank you, Vince," Rowan said, showing him out.
Amara got up from the bed, feeling steady on her feet
