The sterile white walls of the hospital room seem to amplify the unspoken tension that hangs between Isabella and Alejandro. The shared trauma of the night has created a fragile intimacy, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected depth of their connection. Isabella studies Alejandro’s face, the subtle shadows beneath his eyes, the faint bruise on his temple. A fierce protectiveness wells within her, a feeling so unfamiliar and intense it almost takes her breath away. This man, who entered her life as part of a calculated arrangement, has become someone she genuinely fears for. Alejandro shifts in the bed, his gaze meeting hers. There’s a new directness in his eyes, a vulnerability that transcends his usual quiet strength. “Isabella,” he begins, his voice still a little rough, “what happe

