Marcel quietly returned to the suite after a long conversation with Luke. His gaze immediately softened as it landed on Jenna, who was fast asleep on the bed, her body curled up without a blanket. She looked peaceful, almost like a child, and the sight tugged at something deep within him. Without a word, he gently draped the blanket over her, making sure she was warm.
His hand lingered, and he found himself caressing her forehead. A sigh escaped his lips as he sat beside her, his expression troubled. “I don’t want you talking to Corey anymore," he whispered, even though she was asleep. "He’s not who you think he is. I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of him. I wish I had the courage to say this to your face, but... I can’t bear to see you shattered.”
For a moment, he k
