Delphine pov.
Japhet opened the door and led me inside. and honestly the room still looks far nicer than I needed. As he guided me to the bed, I felt a hint of reluctance creep in. This wasn’t my space.
“Why did you insist I have my treatment here?” I muttered, easing myself down. “It’s… beautiful, but I’m fine in my own place.”
He shot me that smile of his—the one I pretended didn’t get to me. But damn it, he knew. I could feel my face warming, and I looked away, trying to focus on the floor.
“Because,” he said, sitting on the bed a little too close, his gaze steady on mine, “it’s my fault you’re hurt in the first place.”
I leaned back against the headboard, my eyes narrowing slightly. He kept going, his voice low and insistent. “So, it’s only right that I make sure you’re treated s
