Lucien's grip tightened involuntarily. What irked him the most was the way she seemed so worried about that other man. The thought alone stoked the fire of his jealousy, making it impossible to quell his anger.
The doctor had reassured him that she was only unconscious due to the medication's effects. It was only then that Lucien's tension began to ease. He gently carried her to the bathroom, washed her, changed her into fresh clothes, and carefully laid her back on the bed.
His large hand lightly caressed her delicate chin, a flicker of conflicting emotions passing through his eyes. Leaning in closer, he was just about to place a gentle kiss on her forehead when—
Claire suddenly stirred awake, instinctively recoiling from his touch. "Don't touch me!"
Her sharp tone cut through the air
