Lena’s POV
The exam room door clicks shut behind Sebastian with a soft, expensive thud, and I’m left alone in the VIP waiting area, perched on a leather chair that smells faintly of money and probably costs more than my entire monthly rent. My pulse is a frantic drumline in my ears, still echoing from the sure that slipped out of my mouth like I’d completely lost control of my vocal cords. Sure. As in, sure, I’ll follow my boss—my ex’s dad—into his private medical check-up. What in the actual hell is wrong with me?
The nurse had raised a perfectly arched brow when I trailed him in, her clipboard pausing mid-flip like she was mentally drafting an HR report. Sebastian just said, “She’s with me,” voice smooth as aged whiskey, like it was the most normal thing in the world for the CEO of Lan
